Loud Bad Personal Problems on public transit.
Seriously, people. The bus is NOT a phone booth. If you don't want people looking at you funny, then maybe you should find somewhere private to have this conversation:
Lady on cellphone: What? Shut your mouth.
(Other side of the conversation).
Lady: No, YOU shut up.
(Other side of the conversation).
Lady: I'm not going to apologise. Shut up.
(Other side of the conversation).
Lady: You know that means I'll have to spend even MORE time in jail.
The really funny thing is that the woman in question looked like a nicely put-together soccer mom sort (though I did see a faded tramp-stamp peeking out from under her shirt). She looked like she should be discussing the PTA bake sale rota, not her potential jail time. This was almost as good as last week's performance of "Shut up you fucking bitch, I'm trying to tell you I love you," also on cellphone, on the same bus route.
Lady on cellphone: What? Shut your mouth.
(Other side of the conversation).
Lady: No, YOU shut up.
(Other side of the conversation).
Lady: I'm not going to apologise. Shut up.
(Other side of the conversation).
Lady: You know that means I'll have to spend even MORE time in jail.
The really funny thing is that the woman in question looked like a nicely put-together soccer mom sort (though I did see a faded tramp-stamp peeking out from under her shirt). She looked like she should be discussing the PTA bake sale rota, not her potential jail time. This was almost as good as last week's performance of "Shut up you fucking bitch, I'm trying to tell you I love you," also on cellphone, on the same bus route.