Scrabbled

We were playing Scrabble at the coffee shop like 2 civilized humans when a pair of ne'r do wells came in and sat down. Their conversation was inappropriate, and their language was COARSE. I'm talking C word coarse. I'm talking "Here's a funny story about me shooting people" inappropriate.
On our other side was a daddy and daughter. The daddy was lovely and the daughter was darling. You could tell the dad was disturbed, but the daughter was about 3 and completely oblivious. I exchanged glances with the Dad. SOME PEOPLE, we thought.
That's pretty much the end of the story. After it was all over, it occurred to me that it would have been awesome if we had countered the conversation with a super loud conversation of our own.
"Hey Mike," I would have said, "You know what's awesome? Tricycles!"
"Oh ya!" he'd have said, "Nothing beats 3 wheels on a sunny afternoon."
"Well one thing does," I'd say. "Reading! You learn the alphabet and then you can read stories about whatever you want!"
"Heck ya!" he'd say, "I just read a story about cookies!!"
"Cookies and milk. Yum. That reminds me..." I'd say, "Santa Claus is the best."
"Totally."