The angry fob

I had a few extra minutes before my first class of the day started, so I headed out for a cigarette. On my way back in I spotted something that caught my attention. It was a recent arrival from India or Pakistan. Why did he catch my eye you ask? Well he looked upset. His eyebrows were arched along with his back. This exposed his already comical flooder jeans. His eyes were motherfucking intense. It seemed like he was in a very serious chess match. Then I noticed the tone of his voice. He was speaking in a language I did not understand. That didn't matter because homeboy was screaming. The first thought that came into my mind was: "Who the hell gets this angry this early in the morning?" Seriously guys. Who has the energy for that? Even after breakfast? I'm half asleep and this guy is in full rage mode. This is when I realized I had been following this guy for a while now. I felt embarrassed. To make myself feel better I told myself that I was concerned for his safety and the safety of others. That's total bullshit. I just wanted a good laugh. I don't think I'll ever know what happened on the phone. Even if I run into him again and ask what happened, I have a feeling that I won't be able to understand what he would be saying. I hope everything is ok. I hope his dog didn't die. I am Baliwala. Somebody needs to kiss that guy through the phone. That is all.