I'm on the Cellphone muthafucka

Once again I find myself at the local McDonalds drive-thru. After a hard day's work, I wanted to purchase a chicken combo for the drive home. Before this quest could be fulfilled however, I had to deal with the guy ahead of me in his 97 Honda Civic.

The man in front of me was in his mid 20s in a blue pinstriped suit. His hair was slicked back and he had gold jewelery all over his hands. He also had one of those swanky cell phones, a mark of great importance and status.

The man started to place his order in the magic box when suddenly his cell phone rang a loud ring. The polyphonic melody reselmbed that of Fat Joe's medly.

"Wassup man. Yeah. Yeah. I'm getting McDonalds"

Now, the woman in the box thought, understandably, the man in the car was talking to her. After all, he was in the middle of ordering his combo meal. When the woman started to probe the man to see whether she had the order right, the considerate man shouted,

"Can't you see I'm on the fucking cellphone?"

I laughed.

It was so ridiculous on so many levels, i had no choice but to laugh.

After he took his sweet time talking to his "bud" on the cell phone, he graciously moved his car forward to the payment window. His spectacle created a long line of cars that spilled over on the main street.

I always wondered about the mentality of these people. Did they have absolutely no consideration for others? Were they just born as assholes? Did society breed them this way? As I pondered these questions, I drove onward...munching on my cold limp fries.