Hateful Thing #16

A lover who is leaving at dawn announces that he has to find his phone and his wallet. “I know I put them somewhere last night,” he says. Since it is pitch dark, he gropes about the room, bumping into the furniture and muttering, “Shit! Where on earth can they be?’ Finally he discovers the objects. He thrusts the wallet into the pocket of his jeans with a great effort; then he snaps open his phone and busily texts away with it. Only now is he ready to take his leave. What charmless behavior! “Hateful” is an understatement.