What are your, Your 2 Pet Peeves
What are your 2 most annoying pet peeves.
People who pass gas
Some people seem to think that the best place to crack their knuckles, clear last night's phlegm from their throat or talk about their latest GI tract problems on their cell phone is in public. Now a fart, that's something else. The sound announces impending doom to the sense of smell, letting people react accordingly. You don't have to say anything (except "excuse me" if you're with the Queen), plus you avoid the whole is anybody going to own up to this stench awkwardness. I have noticed, through trial and error, that this argument seems to hold less weight with your boss.
Telemarketers in general
At first, it all sounds so harmless. A young woman -- let's call her "Prying Cow" -- with the conversational spontaneity of floor wax just wants to "ask me a few questions" that will take "about three minutes of my time" about something as official sounding as "commode consumption behavior." Then, in a call oh-so-cleverly made two days later so as to arouse no possible suspicion, the voice of Brad from the International Wholesalers of Crapper Products has an Exciting Offer that is available only to Truly Enlightened Consumers ("like you, sir!"), but only if I act within the next 10 seconds. What the Offer is is the opportunity to buy toilet paper not in four, eight or even 12 packs, but by the skid, delivered directly to my bathroom, because, as Brad so convincingly argues, "let's face it, Mr. Brennan, we're talking about a function that, as you age, is only going to become more of a pain in the, well, you know where, if you know what I mean!" Listen Brad, I'd love to chat longer, but Matlock is on, so...
People who pass gas
Some people seem to think that the best place to crack their knuckles, clear last night's phlegm from their throat or talk about their latest GI tract problems on their cell phone is in public. Now a fart, that's something else. The sound announces impending doom to the sense of smell, letting people react accordingly. You don't have to say anything (except "excuse me" if you're with the Queen), plus you avoid the whole is anybody going to own up to this stench awkwardness. I have noticed, through trial and error, that this argument seems to hold less weight with your boss.
Telemarketers in general
At first, it all sounds so harmless. A young woman -- let's call her "Prying Cow" -- with the conversational spontaneity of floor wax just wants to "ask me a few questions" that will take "about three minutes of my time" about something as official sounding as "commode consumption behavior." Then, in a call oh-so-cleverly made two days later so as to arouse no possible suspicion, the voice of Brad from the International Wholesalers of Crapper Products has an Exciting Offer that is available only to Truly Enlightened Consumers ("like you, sir!"), but only if I act within the next 10 seconds. What the Offer is is the opportunity to buy toilet paper not in four, eight or even 12 packs, but by the skid, delivered directly to my bathroom, because, as Brad so convincingly argues, "let's face it, Mr. Brennan, we're talking about a function that, as you age, is only going to become more of a pain in the, well, you know where, if you know what I mean!" Listen Brad, I'd love to chat longer, but Matlock is on, so...