Big guy, six-five or so, in a public restroom, phone to left ear, whiney tone, "No. No, there's been a misunderstanding. Listen," L o n g silence. "Well, hell." Shoves phone in pocket, storms out of the room.
I am ambling past the jewelry counter. Stocky guy, sixty-something slams an item down on the counter, spins, walks rapidly past me muttering, "I don't know why I come in this damn place." Talking to himself, for he is oblivious to my presence and there is no one else around.