He lost his phone. I found it. He stole it from my hands, and we argued about it. He asked to speak to the owner, and I told him that he's talking to the manager. We argued some more. He said he would report me, and I told him to go ahead. "Now go take your seat," I said. He was very offended. At some point during the altercation, he gave me his cell phone number. Oh, human! What would possess you to do such a thing? Maybe the 4 beers you drank? Why your sour dispostion? Maybe your mother didn't love you as much as she should have. So sad!