Mickey and I were playing a quiet game of Scrabble in the Bisbee Coffee Shop Sunday evening. Three people walked into the coffee shop, using their outside voices. Whether we wanted to or not, we had to hear the argument.
Bart and Nicolas were arguing about whether Nicolas had parked closer than he should have. Ginny joined in politely with a loud, “Frenchy Fuck, go back to your own country.”
Things had begun to settle down when the manager came over to explain that he was in charge since the owner wasn’t there. If they left quietly, he wouldn’t tell the owner about the incident. The battle started again.
Finally the parties in question left, and we won’t tell anyone who won the Scrabble game.