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.