Random obeast with a mullet wants to argue with me about the time! So I am self employed and work between my home office and my local library. Before opening, there are usually a few people milling around outside, including me. It only opens at 10 and I was standing there at 9.55 minding my own business. This moon faced butterbarge with a mullet (female) comes waddling up to the door. I recognised it as the selfish piggy who comes to the library a few days a week and disturbs the silence with the rustling of a chocolate wrapper. You see, it heaves its bulk onto a tiny chair, then sits there with fat hanging off the sides of the chair while reading the tabloids (what else?) and devouring a family sized slab of chocolate. There was a time when no food or drink was allowed in libraries but hey, who cares about standards and etiquette. This heffalump usually breaks off a few squares, then puts the rest of the slab in its bag, gobbles down the squares and two seconds later reaches for the bar in her bag, breaks off a few squares, and so on. It's noisy and annoying. Like it wants to kid itself that it has any self control. Fat fingers are already reaching into the bag before it's finished chewing. So slugface comes up to the door and barks at me "It's 10 o clock, they need to open, time to go in!". I responded "no, it's 5 to 10". Well this eatbeast actually wanted to argue with me about the fucking time! "No it's 10, it's opening time, my watch is set to the tv!". I gave it the filthiest look I could muster, then burst out laughing in its face and said "I am NOT going to argue with YOU!". Like I have the time (or the inclination) to argue about the time (of all things) with some random fat fuck! I think my laughing threw it off more than my words because it shut the fuck up instantly and stood there with a sulky expression.