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Something I’ve wanted to tell some customers over the years:

If I’m on the street, talking on the phone, with my iPod in my other ear, I don’t exist. I don’t get paid enough to care too much about work after I leave, and I certainly don’t get paid enough to help you with your problems while I have melting ice cream on MY WAY FUCKING HOME. Now if I like you, (And you’ll know it, cause I don’t dumb down my conversations with intelligent people, they get the REAL me) I’ll gladly sacrifice my time to revel in the rarity that is intelligence.

Moral of the story: If I’m not on the clock, don’t bother me.