Couple was going at it at Pho Yong's on Quennet Friday night, booth near the window. Not my business. But when they left, one of them left their half of the argument on the table. Asked the server what to do and she said it happens, handed me a to-go container. It's been in my fridge since Saturday and it will not stop. Every time I open the door it picks up mid-sentence, something about how "she ALWAYS does this" and something about a mother-in-law. Getting louder. I can hear it through the door now, which means my milk is hearing the whole thing and I don't love that. Come get your argument. Quennet cross-street units, buzz 7. Bring your own container. I need mine back.