I like your voice (no I hate it) wink

On the bus heading downtown. Im reading the brothers karamazov in the back. Father Zossima is starting to smell bad and this makes and brakes peoples faith in the Starets phenomena.

A man, to my left, is loudly talking on the phone.
"yeah, yeah. I know, thats what I told her." "She is so like that.. thats her problem... I dont have to... "
and so on. I tried to ignore it.
He looked like a smoker(nothing against all smokers). The kind of person who dressed up in a nice business attire (which he was) somehow looks out of place. You see past that tie, light blue button up and leather shoes And what you see is an over sized tshirt supporting shitty american beer, sweat pants cut into shorts, and a dumb expression on his face that says "I just ate chicken wings and now I want to talk to you about Boobs" And yes, he used the word "boobs"

He gets off the phone and screams across me to his friend? Im going to say coworker, because he didn't seem care about what this guy had to say, but had a perfect placid expression on as he stared back at him.

"Can you believe it? She still talks to my friends like they care, or like i am goin to care or something, you know, you know?"

Im about ready to leave so I listen to his babbling and watch him put his phone next to the cigaret carton in his pocket. I told you.

As I slowly stand up
"I mean that bitch, you know, she actually says that im the reason she was anorexic, not because shes messed up in the head"
He points above his ear and makes an indication to his small brain. I kind of hoped he could push hard and make it threw the skull.
"Yea, you know? Like i'm the reason she was anorexic"
I turn fast around and bend down to meet him at eye level.
"You Are"
Turn around and walk away.

Now you know, for the first second he must of thought, "What an asshole. Who is he.. Of course its not my fault"
But threw out the day he will think about the judgment of a stranger. He might even bore someone at work with it, maybe standing outside the office for a cigaret brake.

Eventually he will become agitated and confused. And for at the very least a small instant he will blame himself. And because of that.
I win.