The other day I was on the train sitting next to the on-train toilets. Across from me was this older man, probably in his late fifties, in a mid-range suit, tie, legs crossed and reading the Wall Street Journal with an extremely serious countenance. Some man from further down the train stood up and walked over and entered the toilets right next to us, and made very clear from the ungodly sounds coming from within, that he probably had bad sushi for lunch.
After he'd already made everyone uncomfortable within earshot of the bogs, he exited and left the door wide open presumably so we could explore his mishap on a whole new, exciting sensory level. In my head, I thought "You fuckin' asshole." The guy in the suit suddenly became animated with white hot rage and snarled "YOU FUCKIN' ASSHOLE."
Made my day. Considering he was reading the Wall Street Journal, he probably wasn't really in the mood for any shit (pardon the pun) that day.