"I smother you?"

A distraught customer comes in, explains that his cell phone died and asks if we have a phone he can use. I let him borrow my cell.

He paces up and down the aisles while talking and this is what I hear:

"Honey, please come home . . . Please. . . Don't sleep in the car. It's cold . . . You're the one who goes running off at 1:00 in the morning . . . Please come home. . . . No, don't sleep in the car. . . . why won't you come home? . . . I smother you? . . .I SMOTHER you? . . . Whatever, fuck that!"

He hangs up, returns my phone, thanks me and leaves.