"Excuse you?!" The older bottle-blonde soccer mom marched over and turned Mia around sharply, "Program your walking dildo better, you disgusting whore! He has no right to speak that way to me!" "To be fair, you don't really have the right to speak that way to me either...I'm not a whore and he isn't a 'walking dildo', he's my boyfriend and he has feelings just as you or I do.." Mia replied calmly but she was goddamned terrified.