A tough guy grunting into a cell phone caught my attention as I walked through a store last week. The man's body language indicated that he'd been dispatched on an unpleasant errand.
"I'm here in the middle of the Easter s**t," he drawled as he pawed at plastic eggs.
"Hell yes, they're big enough," he responded to an unheard question. "These f**kin' Easter eggs are three and a half inches across."
It's nice to hear that others share my enthusiasm for this holiday season.