This.That.No Other is reporting on this topic today so I thought I'd throw in my two cents. This topic also reminds me of This.That.No Other's hysterical post about the displeasure of having the worst of super hero abilities.
I've grown to loathe these people and experiences and because so I
I have a few experiences where I've had the sheer audacity to tell people maybe they should get off the phone while being around other people or even the, "maybe you would be less frustrated if you got off the phone while ordering...?" Then of course, the response is a snarl and a "Who the FUCK do you think YOU ARE?!"
Well I'm just a person who has had it up to here with being forced to listen to conversations like my faux-but-typical example below:
“Wait hold on a minute…Um..I’ll have a……..hmmm…..latte….Ok, so anyway I’m out with Brad last night and he’s all ‘why were you being rude this past weekend’ and I’m all ‘uhh, excuse me? YOU’RE the one who was rude- I mean- my mother baked that upside-down pineapple cake for YOU and you didn’t even have one bite. It’s not like I ask him to go to my parent’s house every weekend, you know what I mean? Is it so hard to just appease me? Wait hold on…”
“Umm, excuse me- didn’t I ask for extra cream? (back to phone) I swear people are so inept sometimes. Like, what happened to LISTENING to people and common courtesy? You think asking for extra cream would be easy but no, it’s like asking someone to cut off their fucking arm.”
“Anyway, so needless to say we head out of my parent’s home in Westchester with a WHOLE upside-down pineapple cake just sitting there on the table. He didn’t even OFFER to take it home. You know, it’s just rude. So my mother calls me 15 minutes after we already left and is like, “we made that cake for Brad because you said it was his favorite. Now we have this whole cake sitting here that’s just going to go to waste!” So I tell Brad what my mother says and he basically just shrugs it off. It’s like he doesn’t even register my feelings sometimes. I swear he can be so numb.
…I’m so glad you hear me out this. Sometimes I just think I’m alone in all this - like I’m the one leading the relationship with no help. Like get this: two weeks ago Brad schedules a poker night with his friends on OUR Friday night. He knows Friday night is our night- that’s when he takes me out to dinner and we split a bottle of wine- we’ve been doing it the last month so I really don’t know how he would forget about it or schedule something on top of it…whatever..anyway he goes ahead and plans a (sarcastic tone) “poker night” with his friends- who by the way, are nothing more than a bunch of monkeys, like hello??? Your frat days ended like 5 years ago, get a life! So, he plans this poker night of his on the SAME DAY that we are supposed to go to sushi samba. All I wanted was a night for he and I to really catch up but I guess his “friends” are more important than me. Seriously, when is it my turn? It's not like I'm asking much.”
Wait hold on….You know what? This fucking latte sucks. I have to go. Ok! bye! Love you!"