Give me a second, I'll be there (unless I got to be somewhere)

Last night Boyfriend picked me up from the airport. He didn't have roses. He didn't have a Diet Coke. Instead, he had what amounted to a slap in the face.

While I was gone, our neighbors got into another fight. Again, the boyfriend uttered one of the best-designed come-backs that I was ever not party to hear. He said, "You bitch! You bi-- HEY GET OFFA ME! GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME RIGHT NOW. I CAN'T BREATHE!!!"