My Dad versus the Newspaper Boy

Dad:
Do you know which day it is? It's Wednesday! And do you know what still hasn't arrived? The newspaper. That goddamn twit. He can't deliver the damn newspaper. Always throwing it all over the walkway or steps. That little asshole.

Me:
Uh... he's only a kid...

Dad:
That little asshole.

[Dad looks out the window]

Where is the paper? Gah!! It's all over the walkway!! Now I have to go out and get it....

[Dad storms out]