Walking to my car, after paying for gas with cash, I heard some drama:
“Nice try…that doesn’t hurt me because love and hate are close…they’re like brothers.”
“I hate you for saying that too. I hate you. I wish you would die.”
“You don’t want me to calm down. Because I’ll calm down when you are dust.”
“We’ll never win if we don’t play, why can’t you see that?”
“We’ll never pay loans if you don’t stop stupid spending.”
“Stop, shh, people are staring.”
Passing the drama I offered them my tickets.
Later, I realized victory.