Today at the bus stop, some guy was talking on his cell phone very curtly. After some annoyed-sounding conversation, he says, "Okay, fine, I'll come find you. Bye," and hangs up, sighs angrily, slips the phone into the pockets of his shorts (because it's still warm here, bitches) and walks off.
My first thought: "That guy seems like a dick."
My second thought: "Those calves are way smaller than mine."
Current Music: Otis Redding - Sitting at the Dock of the Bay