One night a man talking on his cell phone waved me away, then beckoned me back with his finger minute later, complaining he was ready to order and asking where I'd been.

One night a man talking on his cell phone waved me away, then beckoned me back with his finger a minute later, complaining he was ready to order and asking where I'd been.

My finger, pointed at this man, would have hurled him from his pulpit into a dungeon - thence, peradventure, to the gallows!