::Yelling inside lobby::
"STAY THE FUCK OFF MY PHONE! STAY THE FUCK OFF MY PHONE! NO! STAY THE FUCK OFF MY PHONE! GET THE FUCK OFF MY PHONE!"
::He turns and follows me out. As I hold the door open, he calmly says::
"Thank you, Sir."
::Now outside, top of lungs::
"STAY THE FUCK OFF MY PHONE! LOOOOOOOOOOK! GET OFF MY FUCKING PHONE! GOD FUCKING DAMMIT! STAY THE MOTHER FUCK OFF MY FUCKING PHONE!"
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