So, for lunch today I took a walk and stopped at a Dairy Queen for a chili dog. I was sitting outside at a picnic table minding my own business when this crusty old man walks up and starts ranting: "Fucking people come knocking on my fucking door all hours of the god damn night asking me if I got any money." I just continue to eat my chili dog. He continues ranting. "I tell ya, when young people turn against you, that's when you know your fucked, what's the world coming to, I'm not from here I'm from Tennessee." I go, "uh huh." I notice he has gravy running down his chin. He then starts acting angry. "Those fucking [n-words] in there told me to wipe my fucking mouth, I told them fuck you [n-words] I'll wipe my god damn mouth when I fucking feel like it - I hate that shit, no one tells me what to do, I don't care if your a fucking [n-word] a priest or a cop." I am now getting very annoyed. Just then a fat old woman walks into the Dairy Queen and the old man yells, "Where are you going sweet heart." He raps his cane against the ground and slowly walks in the general direction of the entrance, the then goes to open the door, gets half way in and it slams shut on his shoulder and the last thing I hear him yell is, "GOD DAMN MOTHER FUCKER - SON OF A BITCH." At which point it takes every ounce of self control I have not to loose it and burst out laughing like a madman.