Is It Terribly Obvious That I Am In A Very Bad Mood?

Dear Gruntnubbler*;

Thank you SO MUCH for putting the cherry on top of my already crappy day by casually and thoughtlessly throwing your lit cigarette behind you as you prepared to enter the shopping centre myself and my brother happened to be (quietly and innocently) walking past at the time.
     Really.
     It made my day fully complete to so narrowly avoid the possibility of being burned, along the certainty of getting ash all over me.

The reason, in case you were wondering, that I shrieked an enraged "HEY!?" in your wake, (causing you to turn around with a miffed/surprised look on your face and say "what?") is three fold:

1) I was already having a bad day (and thus my patience was worn very thin)
2) littering is both uncivilized and wrong
3) It was a bloody LIT CIGARETTE, you moron! LIT!

Yours,
     The girl who hours later is still mightily pissed off by your thoughtless behaviour.

* a supposedly Shakespearean insult (now disproved) that I (still) find utterly brilliant.