So I'm sitting at my job and my phone rings.
"Heeeello, ShaftCorp" goes I "How may I be of assistance?"
Which is kind of silly to answer the phone like that, since the only people that call me are my girlfriend and S.
Everybody’s got a little quirk when it comes to the English language. Some people just hate hearing certain things—it causes your frontal lobe to growl, your face to grimace, it clenches your butt cheeks.
The elevator in my building looks much more modern than the art deco sculpting on the outside, or that horrible cheesy-looking Ming-dynasty inspired lobby; however this thing averages a speed of half a kilometre a day.
Remember when your mother used to say to you "don't date people of different cultures"? It wasn't because she was racist, or because skin colour was such a big deal.
Nobody likes to go to the doctor. Nobody likes to be pocked or prodded or have cold metal instruments inserted into them by people you're not on a first name basis with.