No really, he says. One time recently, I was very rude to you.
I am too polite for this shit. Really? I say, I don't remember. (I do.)
Well not so much rude, as sharp with you. I wanted your attention and you were staring at that bloody screen.
I was? I say.
You were, he says, and so I said, something like, when you've finally finished with that thing...
I'm sorry, I say, but the whole shop is run through this thing.
No matter, he says, I was out of order.
No problem, I say.
The thing is, he says, I had been doing mushrooms for three days and my head was in another place.
I see, I say.