So He Was Talking, and Other Lessons in Irony

He walked into the library. He had the cell pressed to his head, and he was talking loudly. His interlocutor was somebody with a name that probably betrayed the person who had it, like Miracle, or Destiny, or Karma. I don't remember. He was pissed, and did not care who knew. He loudly berated her at great length and in great detail. Her crime? Calling him from a land line. You see, as I myself learned, THAT COSTS HIM MONEY. I'm sure that drilling this lesson into her head cost him plenty. Cue irony theme. Fade to black.