i could site you for public intoxication, he says
i'm not drunk, i say, incredulously (and over 30 in a college town)
well, he stammers
i'm just going inside, i say--gesturing. i just came out to see what the commotion was about, i say.
he doesn't say anything.
okay, thanks copper, i say.
he still doesn't say, anything.
i open the door with my key, turn.
have a great night, he says.
yeah, i turn to the light in the hallway, then back at his stupid face, yeah, i say.

i've heard that one, before.

have a great night, i echo, without feeling, as i hear the door hitting firmly against the lock.

have a great fucking night.