In other words, don't "IBM" your resume.Quote:
Originally Posted by Big Swami
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In other words, don't "IBM" your resume.Quote:
Originally Posted by Big Swami
So I finally get around to calling this asshole back, and I get his voice mail.Quote:
Originally Posted by Glenn
I'm waiting for the beep and right at the end of his message he slips in that fucking "Make it a great day!" line again.
My personal favorite is "have a blessed day" and other similar ways that people try to work the word "blessed" into normal colloquial conversation. I'd like it better if people would just say "Jesus loves you" but they know Kroger will fire them from the checkout register if they do.
The word "blessed" is like a code word that basically says "I am a devout Christian but I can't be more verbal about it because of the religious intimidation policy in my workplace." I actually like talking to people about their religions and discussing Jesus, but people gotta know there is a time and a place.
EDIT: that "make it a great day" sounds like some 7-Habits shit.
Okay, that cracked me up.Quote:
Originally Posted by Big Swami
I just had that same convo with my wife.
We were laughing about how they have to pronounce it "bless-ed" not "blessed".
Actually the first time I heard it, I heard "have a blest day" and I was like, "what the fuck is a blest?" It took me weeks of wondering to figure it out. I'm such a dumbass.
Quite often I get told that "You're not lucky, you're blesst" when I say something like "Wow, how lucky am I that your wife was at the same bar as me last night, and when we woke up this morning she was able to take me back to my car"
Well, in all fairness, in Omaha they have to say "blesst".
It's hard to annunciate with all that mouth wind resonating between the large gaps in your teeth.
Interestingly, the same phenomenon occurs throughout the state of Indiana.
http://www.100monkeystyping.com/wlog/gap.jpgQuote:
Originally Posted by Glenn
I've heard it occasionally as two syllables -- have a 'bless said' day. The first time I heard that, it prompted me to spontaneously utter "say wha?", which she didn't understand (and then I got it about a millisecond after I'm through opening my mouth, in typical Uncle Mxy fashion).
Some dude in a black Ford Ranger pick up pissed me off this morning on the highway. Shit was all backed up due to construction, 4 lanes going down to 3, and he was getting pinched in the lane that was closing.
I slow down and let him in, which I didn't have to do, and NO FUCKING WAVE!!
Should have known better, he had a Calvin College sticker on his rear window.
Also his license plate number is BGR 7093