Grant came into the cafeteria alone, as usual, and went through the line to procure his usual chicken sandwich. The only difference between today and any other day, was that he was on the phone at the same time as he made his way across the large room to find a seat for himself.
"Look, I've been water boarded, stretched, electrocuted, cut, and shot. Any of those things would be preferable to watching your kids this weekend."
If he had any thoughts about curtailing his conversation as he passed Jones, he made no effort, though he was aware that she was a mother herself.
"That's exactly what I am saying. Your kids are demon spawn." He took a seat at an empty table, and settled in.
"Well, that's what happens when you spare the rod. Now if it were me-" He paused, looked at his phone, and realizing the person on the other end hung up, he shrugged.