Don’t
fucking ask me “what?”!
Don’t say
something that you know damn good and well is going to piss me off, and then immediately
follow with “what?”!
If you’ve
just told me that you doubt you’ll get that job done – again today – meaning
you’re not getting paid – again today – don’t say “what?” when the look that
crosses my face is agitation.
When you
snap at the kids, like they are committing a felony crime and I give you the “Really?”
look, don’t look back at me and snap an attitudal “what?”
When you
know goddamn good and well what I am thinking, feeling, reacting to, don’t put
on your confused face and say “what?” LIKE YOU DON’T FUCKING KNOW WHAT!
I didn’t
jump your shit, I didn’t argue, I didn’t question your actions in front of
people, I communicated with you silently, out of respect for your feelings, so
don’t then get fucking tone with me and ask me “WHAT?” so that everyone in the
room is now in the middle of our business.
If you
know what you are delivering is bad news, if you know you’ve acted like an ass,
if all that happens is a flicker of disappointment in my eyes, don’t pretend to
not understand where that emotion is coming from. That shit is infuriating.
You know what motherfucker. If all I give you is a look, consider that a
fucking gift and move on, you won.
8 comments:
Geeez, bit on the testy side this morning?
Who me? Nah. ; )
I like em testy... but you already know that....
Lucky bastard, all he gets is a look.....
I have yet to master the silence that I should keep when they ask the stupid "what?"
You ask me "what?" Im gonna give you an answer.......but these days, we arent even in the same room anymore.....ahhhhh, pure bliss.
I see what you mean, Annabelle. When people or kids do that, it's annoying and disrespectful as hell. When they say, "Do what?"... That's even more annoying to me for some reason. To me, when they do that, it clues me in on the fact that they heard me say what I said but they just want me to say it again. As if what I said was stupid.
I hope you have better days ahead. Take care, Annabelle!
Ah silent social queues, the bane of the inept and oblivious. I now picture you as Samuel L. Jackson.
I'm just going to go on record as saying that I'm a little turned on by the anger of this post. Yeah, I've been married to a fiery Mexican for too long.
I hate this too. It's just a question that seems to lack any form of intelligence, and it's always asked in that slacked jawed manner: "Whuh?" Hate it.
What?? He did get off easy. lol All he got was a look.
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