Insanity of Being (Part I)

Last night, walking to the laundromat, we were slowed by a couple blocking the sidewalk. They looked like tourists dressed in sport gear, the man was talking and the woman interrupted, "I'm so sick of your playful banter, it's the same every time I start to say something, you interrupt and I'm tired of it," yada yada yada. The man protests, now indignant, and then says well I'm tired of you. They stop, we squeeze past, and the man marches off the opposite direction from his erstwhile companion complaining loudly about how sick of her he is. And they are gone from our lives forever.