Hey, You, Mr. Loud Mouth. You were in 54th Street Grill in Lee's Summit on Monday at about 12:45. You were so damned loud that you drowned out conversations across the room. And then you practically bellowed into your cell phone. I guess you thought the waitress would be impressed that you could yell "Trump" at the poor fool on the other end of the call about 10 times. Get someone to teach you some basic manners and cut your volume by 95 percent. Just because you look like a rube doesn't mean you have to act like one.
