It’s only fair…

Someone was talking a lot in a meeting at work the other day. During this time, this word randomly popped up on another attendee’s screensaver:

ECHOLALIA:  In psychiatry, the uncontrollable and immediate repetition of words spoken by another person.

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That awkward moment when you’re having a conversation with someone and they’re going on and on about their family and dropping names here and there and then midway into the conversation you realize that they’re talking about their pets.

Have you ever seen gloves in the glove compartment these days?

Overpackers are almost the worst people on planes. Only behind screaming babies, loud people, smug parents, first timers, old timers, and terrorists.

Are canine teeth on canines still called canine teeth?

It’s only fair. If you almost hit me with your car and then give me that obligatory “oops, my bad” wave, then it should be perfectly legal and socially acceptable for me to pull out a gun, fire off some rounds at you, and give you an obligatory “oops, my bad” wave.

The stereotypical SoCal/LA/OMG/Valley accent must go. It’s one of the worst things about this country. After nearly 12 years of living on the West Coast, it still is the verbal fingernails-on-the-chalkboard for me. In that period of time, I have trained myself to go temporarily deaf whenever I hear it so that I won’t hear it.

I once overheard a group of girls talking about their health issues. One of them said that her doctor suggested that she get an IED implanted in her uterus. I’m pretty sure she meant to say an IUD. An IED is an entirely different thing and would hurt more than she could imagine.

Using that logic, Fallopian tubes would be renamed Fallujah tubes.