This is what they call a short fuse

August 25, 2009 at 6:19 pm (in my head, plays well with others)

Fair warning: gross generalization below.

Why is it that when boys do something nice for someone else they do what they would want done for them (or they buy what they would like to receive) while women do or buy what would make the receiver happy?

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I sat and read in the garden near my office this afternoon. A woman came up in loud clacking heels and began to pace.

Clack, clack, clack.

Clack, clack, clack.

Did she not hear herself? Did she not notice me reading? Was she waiting for someone (and was s/he EVER going to show up?)?

Clack, clack, clack.

Clack, clack, clack.

I tried to focus on my book.

Clack, clack, clack.

I silently screamed.

Clack, clack, clack.

I envisioned my book hurtling at her head. I saw the shocked look on her face as she toppled over in those noisy heels.

Clack, clack, clack.

Finally I settled for pretending to scratch my head while flipping her off. I felt better.

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Also, am I allowed to take the online driving school course that will keep points off my driving record while consuming a bottle of wine?

I thought not.

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5 Comments

  1. Jess said,

    That subtle head-scratching/bird-flipping solution is genius. I’ll have to remember that.

    • BS said,

      It’s one of the best weapons in my arsenal.

  2. MJ said,

    As long as there are no Web cams, tap that bottle!

    • BS said,

      I *still* think some of my answers are better than the “right” ones!

  3. amber said,

    Ugh, inconsiderate people suck. I probably would’ve LOUDLY cleared my throat and then motioned to my book when she looked my way.

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