[Knock knock; Dipshit Dad opens door] Dipshit Dad:Yes? Me:What's going on? Dipshit Dad: What do you mean? Me:Every time I walk past your door, I hear either you and your wife-whatever screaming at each other, or some kids howling uncontrollably. Dipshit Dad:Oh...Joshua accidentally elbowed Alex... Me: Is that why I heard you yelling, "you fucking asshole"? [Dipshit Dad closes door behind him to chat with me in the hall] Dipshit Dad: What is your problem? Me:I don't particularly enjoy listening to children shrieking and crying while you yell "fucking bitch" at your wife-whatever every time I go to get my laundry. [pause] It doesn't create a pleasant atmosphere. Dipshit Dad:Are you telling me how to raise my kids? Me: I wasn't, but you obviously don't know what you're fucking doing. Dipshit Dad: Fuck you. Me: Dude, you wear a button-up shirt tucked into fucking jogging pants when you walk him to school; do you evenknow what that must do to your kid's self-esteem? Dipshit Dad: Fuck off. [slams door] Me:Nice talking with you.