Vincent E
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So I’m walking down the street returning home from the gym this morning and a guy approaches me, out of all the people on the street, and says, “Can I ask a tremendous favor of you?” Then he pauses for a minute. I’m waiting for him to continue, but he says, “Why are you looking at me like that?” Frustrated, I walk away only to hear him saying, “Why are you looking so stupid?”
Now as a testament to my incredible self-restraint I did not go back and kick his ass for him. However, I find myself needing a place to vent, and since this thread is bound to get hijacked anyway, I thought I’d take a moment to do so.
“I’m waiting for you to finish your goddamned sentence, asshole.”
“Well, since I can’t see your eyes behind those sunglasses you’re wearing I can’t get a read on you, mutherfucker.”
“I’m wondering how much you’re trying to hit me up for.”
“What am I looking at? Your dumb-ass tie, dickhead.”
“What am I looking at? Not much.”
“No, you can’t ask a tremendous favor. Screw.”
This all gets down to a big issue for me, a pet peeve of sorts. One of the things I hate more than just about anything else is when people say, “Why are you looking at me like that,” or something like, “What’s with that face.” People, it is the only fucking face I have. See, here are my eyes, and here is my mouth, and so on and so forth. If you don’t like it, then screw.
Maybe I have an intense look sometimes. Perhaps I furrow my brow in deep contemplation, or perhaps this stern exterior is just a shell covering up the big softie that lies within. No, it’s definitely contemplation. Frankly I think that if I don’t fall asleep while someone is talking to me I’m being very polite.
Does anyone out there read too much into the expression on a person’s face, because I’ll be damned to find out what the hell I’m doing wrong.
Now as a testament to my incredible self-restraint I did not go back and kick his ass for him. However, I find myself needing a place to vent, and since this thread is bound to get hijacked anyway, I thought I’d take a moment to do so.
“I’m waiting for you to finish your goddamned sentence, asshole.”
“Well, since I can’t see your eyes behind those sunglasses you’re wearing I can’t get a read on you, mutherfucker.”
“I’m wondering how much you’re trying to hit me up for.”
“What am I looking at? Your dumb-ass tie, dickhead.”
“What am I looking at? Not much.”
“No, you can’t ask a tremendous favor. Screw.”
This all gets down to a big issue for me, a pet peeve of sorts. One of the things I hate more than just about anything else is when people say, “Why are you looking at me like that,” or something like, “What’s with that face.” People, it is the only fucking face I have. See, here are my eyes, and here is my mouth, and so on and so forth. If you don’t like it, then screw.
Maybe I have an intense look sometimes. Perhaps I furrow my brow in deep contemplation, or perhaps this stern exterior is just a shell covering up the big softie that lies within. No, it’s definitely contemplation. Frankly I think that if I don’t fall asleep while someone is talking to me I’m being very polite.
Does anyone out there read too much into the expression on a person’s face, because I’ll be damned to find out what the hell I’m doing wrong.