Parental Advisory: Explicit Nutcase

So, this evening, I enjoyed a latte and a chat with another American at a Starbucks (I know, I know) in the middle of a very posh mall in Suji. It was a little crowded, and everyone seemed to have little kids with them, and in fact one family found it totally acceptable to change a diaper and wipe a poopy bottom in the middle of the Starbucks, surrounded by Burberry and Coach and other things. Acceptable. Suddenly, from the left corner of my field of view, enter CRAZY WOMAN (mid-30's).

CRAZY WOMAN (shouting): FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING FUCKERS. YOUR PLUS-SIZED DICKS ARE SOOO BIG. FUCK THAT. FUCK YOU. I'M NEVER COMING HERE AGAIN.

She storms a little way more past the Starbucks crowd, now kind of concerned, and looking at myself and the other American even more than usual. The international standard nervous hush follows. Crazy Woman has almost passed, when she stops, whips off her coat, stares straight at me and offers:

CRAZY WOMAN (shouting): YOU TWO ESPECIALLY! FUCK YOU TWO! FUCKING DISGUSTING!!

And she finally stomps out of view. We tried to remain in a state of nervous 'hah, look at that', but I was kind of dazed by it, a little shaken, a little heart-pound-y. This feeling's still with me now, a little later.

Of course, despite the weirdness of the situation, my first thought was: Huh, that's some of the best English I've heard all day.