'I'm Losing My Buzz'

Bitch in the middle is crazy.

Here I am at Diedrich's, minding my own business, when this fucked up chick asks me if I have a cell phone she could use.

She had a cell phone sticking half-way out of her pocket, but my phone was sitting right in front of me on the table.

I couldn't do anything except let her use it. What was I supposed to do, tell her it was a Gameboy?

Several minutes later, the stumbling crack whore was still on the fucking phone.

Apparently she needed cab 166 to meet her at the corner of 9th and Downing. She left something in the cab. Her name is Angie, or is it Angelinan and she was paying with cash.

"I don't have a ton of minutes for you to waste," I say.

She finally hangs up, kinda drops my phone into my hand, thanks me, and stumbles off.

Where is a can of Lysol when you need it?