[Pull out cell phone. Pretend to dial. Hold to ear.]
"Hi, Bunbury? Hey babe, howya?.. Look, I’m just calling to say I’m going to be a little bit late…Yeah, but I got stuck in a register line behind this crazy lady, and she looks all set to keep screaming for the next half-hour…Oh honey, I’m telling you! Absolutely foaming at the mouth! She found this sweater with a stain on it or something and is yelling at the salesclerk because they don’t have any others…I know! Like it’s her fault or something! Would you believe it? And then she told the clerk to ring it all up on one gift receipt, and then started yelling at her again because she wants the receipts separate!..Oh yeah, completely off the leash…
"And now she’s just reaming out the poor salesclerk because she can’t change the receipt, and get this, she keeps calling her ‘You People’…Yeah, I thought she must be talking to a whole bunch of salesclerks but there’s only one…Yeah, don’t I wish I could be seeing multiple salesclerks at this hour of the morning! I guess some people just manage to make more time for their drinking than we do, eh?..
“Wait, I think maybe she’s winding down now. Golly, what a rhymes-with-witch, huh? I am so going to talk to the manager before I leave to put in a good word for that poor salesclerk who’s being so polite and calm in dealing with such a toxic freakazoid…Oops, it’s actually my turn at the register now, see you soon, bye!”
[Pretend to hang up, put phone away.]
“What’s that you say, ma’am?..Yes, I was speaking to my friend on the telephone…No ma’am, I’m afraid I’m not going to discuss my personal phone conversations with you…Well, you have a nice day, ma’am, and I hope you feel better soon.”