I Will Stab You In Yo Face

Yup, this is gonna be a rough one.  I must expel this negative festering of my soul to you, the multitudes(by that I mean you three people who follow my ravings and incessant rantings), before I am wholly  consumed and turned to an effervescent pile of pungent puke.  It has come to my attention that the majority of the world does not understand what it means to exist in public.  Public means: "Of, concerning, or affecting the community or the people."  It does not pertain to how loud and obnoxious a person can become because the space they are currently inhabiting is substantially larger.  I had a conversation this evening which illustrates the latter:

Bitch in native tongue: "Blahblah blah blahblahblah blah blah blah, at the top of her lungs for five minutes and then proceeded to hand the phone off to her equally annoying husband for five minutes more."  (Note: So I gave them the fucking opportunity to smarten up and move along.)
Me: "Excuse me, could you please take your conversation to another aisle, I can't concentrate with you talking directly behind me."
Bitch:  "It's a PUBLIC PLACE."
Me: "You are exactly correct.  That's why it is so important for you to show the utmost respect for the other people taking part in this PUBLIC PLACE."
Bitch:  "Another language, laughter, than final departure, on her own goddamn time of course."

Yes, a public place is designed for the public.  Living in a city however deems it extremely relevant to be courteous to those that we share this space with.  Cell phones drive me nuts on a regular basis anyhow, but these morons crossed a line.  Arguing the futile point that essentially they can act in the most obscene and manner-less fashion is not a rebuttal to my simple and ethical treatment of their flood of rude.  Being in a public place is exactly the reason to shut the fuck up and treat others with dignity.  I go out of my goddamned way every moment of the day to treat others exceptionally well.  Has the world gone mad?  We claim a universal space as our own, piss all over it, and then expect others to accept our urine as unwavering ownership.  I did not own that area of the store anymore than this couple did.  Nor did I have delusions of where I was or how I was conducting myself.  Why were they confused?  Why did Bitch not immediately apologize and waddle on to another space to piss in?  Instead I received petulance, argument, and aggression all neatly filled in a pee filled balloon and promptly tossed in my face.  Well, I see your pee filled balloon and I raise you a fist with keys lodged between my digits.  More than anything it makes me sad.  Perhaps I should have said nothing and allowed this rudeness to go unanswered.  Perhaps I should have just begun to punch...physical violence always rights the wrong, right?  I feel like the worlds mother in that, so many adults who should know better, simply, do not.  Therefore, I must right the ignorant attitudes of those whose parents kept such knowledge from them.  This is how terribleness begins and I will forever make it my goal in life to end the urination before it starts...