Once, at work, after being repeatedly sprayed in the face with potato chip shrapnel, I interrupted her, mid-fire with "You have got to be kidding me." Then I proceeded into the break room to wash the saliva and half chewed potatoes off my face.
Eventually, I had to call security to have her escorted out of the building.
So, I'd have to say, what really bothers me the most is when I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I can say that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah forget it," "Yo homes, to Bel Air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie "Yo homes, smell ya later." I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
Edited, Jan 26th 2010 6:47am by NixNot