Lifeboy!

Was invited to T.R. coffee stand by operator.
But first needed to contend with a loudmouth.

Are you running for something?
"Yeah, Secretary of State."

Hmm.

"Just kidding."

Well, don't kid with me. We're not interested in your conversation.

Voided after the convenient stop.

Way back, might have left it.

Can I take your picture?

(Did not offer to blow smoke in face.)

"Fuque yoo."

(Good thing washed my hands.)

No.

Great move, if I don't say myself.

Maestra barrista loved it!

(He had to know I'd kick his arse.)

All he's got is the epithet.

Thought I'd be commended.

But noo, she inverted: "Nothing we can do."

Same thing long ago. Twerp called clients inmates!!!
See you in Paradise, Jack, so liberated was I.

Suppose it "bothered" me.

Fell prey to fuque à la noggin.

When Suns couldn't pull it off, peevish peskies overcame.
Walked away from the bar for evacuation. (A good one.)

Thoroughly relieved, all left behind, thus returned.

Well, I'll be if an obstruction didn't posit himself.

Far as I'm concerned, it's universal -

keep to the right. And so I did veer.
The fellow stepped directly into me!

Of foreign demeanor, wearing Nordstrom tartan,

he transpired to give me a nasty, nay, hateful look.
Fuque yoo, he audited, myself proceeding.

Passes me subsequently at the brass rail . . .
"Did you say . . ?" he interrogated.
Don't know what you're talking about.
"You'd better not ever come before me in my courtroom."

That doesn't sound ethical.

From there some pictures and another leak.

To neighborhood Central and Roosevelt.
Why did he do that? Made notes.
Major uh-oh? Probably. No problem?

Not really. Going to toilet again at coffee -

Go fuque yourselves to throne was said.

A cheerful, rhythmic, sporting clap thence . . .

may have spooked the staff.

Constabulary were called.

(They looked like ready to pull on me.)

Humored me immensely, I must say.

Moved on, gladly.

Oh, and that's, per Mr. Lippman, booey, as in GUI.

Most fortunately, as I was writing this up, a break.
Nice conversation with clinical psychologist.

She, on sabbatical, neither could get writing in gear.
We hashed it out; all TA bouncing about, resolving.

You've got issues - find substitute for responsible party.