Pet peeve
I really ought to get over it, but it drives me NUTS.
People keep saying "what the...?" instead of "what the heck?" or something less polite.
It works for Rove.
It doesn't work for anyone else.
There were three kids behind me on the plane on Sunday night. They must have been around twelve years old. I could tell from their conversation that they'd been in some kind of competition that day. Based on how incredibly annoying they were, I'm pretty sure it was a debating competition. I debated when I was twelve. I can only hope that I was better company. One of them kept saying "what the...?" and I resisted the urge to get cranky. No doubt their retort to my crankiness would have been just as irritating, so perhaps I did myself a favour.
People keep saying "what the...?" instead of "what the heck?" or something less polite.
It works for Rove.
It doesn't work for anyone else.
There were three kids behind me on the plane on Sunday night. They must have been around twelve years old. I could tell from their conversation that they'd been in some kind of competition that day. Based on how incredibly annoying they were, I'm pretty sure it was a debating competition. I debated when I was twelve. I can only hope that I was better company. One of them kept saying "what the...?" and I resisted the urge to get cranky. No doubt their retort to my crankiness would have been just as irritating, so perhaps I did myself a favour.
posted by Anne at
12:27 am
