I Don't Give a Rat's Ass

It's 4:55 and I'm standing on the platform waiting for the train.  As I'm reading my book, "The Queen's Lady", there is a woman behind me ranting on the phone.  I'm enraptured by my book so I can hear her talking, but I'm not really listening.  All of I sudden I hear her say "It's no hair up my nose".  (I am no stranger to waxing poetic.  I inherited the phrase "I don't give a rat's ass" from dear ole dad).  My brain registers that.  I turn to the guy next to me.  Judging from the goofy grin on his face, he heard her too.  We makes eye contact and we share a secret laugh.  I try to resume reading but at this point, I have a serious case of the giggles.  I turn again to the guy next to me and say "I'm going to have to use that".  He retorts "you like that one huh?". 

It was a great way to start my evening.