[chrish]

So I decide to scratch an itch at 5:45 this morning and head out to the Donut King. I walk in and what are the words I hear?:

"...Yeah we slow down sometimes to help people find their balls..."

I thought: Excuse me? I've never helped nor needed any help findign mine than you. Then as the conversation proceeded, it became clear they were talking about golf. OH. OK...

But this one asshole was talking awfully loud. I mean hell, it was 5:45 AM in a very small donut shop. (6 booths that could maybe seat 4 small people each - or two people if they were frequent visitors there. This guy is talking to his buddy that was less than a foot away as if he was outside with a big truck driving by. JFC! What is wrong with you? A soft voice, just over a whisper would be sufficient and FUCKING POLITE you ass hole!