So, I work as a consultant. I was also raised by people who tend to have a basic understanding of what not to do in certain social situations.
Being on the phone, if I were say, hungry, I'd at best nibble in between talking and fixing shit. What I wouldn't do is subject my client to my munchings as I have a mute button. If I didn't, I'd starve until I was off the phone.
For some reason, it's something some people in my client base cannot grasp. I'd also say, 90% of these people are women. I just wish I wasn't sitting so close to my boss so I could tell them that they're disgusting and probably fat with smelly ginas.
So, if you're on the phone, don't start chewing you fucking retard. There's a microphone right by your mouth amplifying that sound in your skull by a factor of 10 you inconsiderate cuntrags.
So, what sets you off into a blargaboo rage?
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Which is why I'm not very good at flirting with girls at bars. I don't want to interrupt their conversations, you know?
But if you answer that thing I want to ram my fork in your eye.
You should respond with:
"WALK OVER THERE AND FUCKSTART YOUR FACE"
More pleases and thank yous really wouldn't go amiss in the world.
They don't do it at the cinema, for which I am grateful, but pretty much anywhere else at any time seems to be fair game
i passed the buck onto someone else beautifully
I don't always flush if I just took a leak because that's a waste of water.
Also who the hell knows what another persons toilet flush-capabilities are? Not me. Too prone to disaster.
i'd be happy if people would say 'goodbye'. nobody says goodbye.
I haven't been able to say goodbye to someone since I saw the season finale of M*A*S*H*
Like some bizarre crossbreeding of Emily Post and The Hulk.
"The salad fork goes on the LEEEEFFFFFFFT! RRRRRRAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH"
Dude, Chick tracts are crazy. Jack Chick and his associates are the pinnacle of nutty zealotry.
Which it seems to be around here
Whoever goes through the door first holds the door open for someone behind them and sometimes people say thanks but most of the time the person holding the door open doesn't turn around but merely lets go once they feel someone else grab the door
In that case I don't expect to give/receive a thank you, it's not a totally deliberate gesture but more force of habit as it should be
It's women chewing on the phone with their smelly vaginas
It's women who obviously aren't thanking bob for holding the door open because they're bitches
It's women who apparently rant at their husbands no I never heard a man yell no sir
I don't know, I don't really care if someone thanks me or not. I enjoy being polite, no thanks are really necessary because I'm only really treating people how I would like to be treated
The latter, especially.
t Janson -ahaha
look at this person, all yelling and nagging and such
must be a woman
oh! im right!
yeah.
probably since they're a million times more polite in toronto than bombay
I was using an example from my ride in this morning. I've been on the bus when punk whiggas are all "Bitch fuck titties yeah son titties fuck fuck fuck bitch yeah titties" and those kids can shut their whore mouths too.
You're slipping.
I'm sad they don't outwardly appreciate the small things.