Are you pleasant?

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You think I mentioned Cats Cradle without knowing who the author is? Did you really read the book, or quoted somebody who took something out of context?
Seriously though pal, that may be a Vonnegut flourish but its not a good definition :buddy: It may be an example of a type of person someone may want to call a pissant however :idea:
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Hahahaha. Listen grumpy, you asked who I quoted and I told you. You brought up a character relevant to pissant and then say that the author doesn't define his character properly? Common!

I agree it is a poor definition though, but it worked better in terms of the convo of the forum. I don't believe that Matty is insignificant or irrelevant...otherwise I would have quoted the Webster definition as you did.

I did not read the book.

Do you need a hug today? :hug:
 
oh, I have nothing so far. nothing motivational in tha forum this week. And I aint singing about pissants
 
I have painted myself into a bit of a corner now and don't know if my current thought belongs here, or the work thread, or random thoughts.

I'll go with here I guess. Some significant pleasantness.

It involves fat, always-eating chick. So I am starting my work day and I gave my water bottle a quick warsh in the kitchenette area and was going to dry it off ---> no paper towels in the dispenser.

Okay so many people would just check that no one is looking and dry their hands on their shirt and walk away and leave it for the next person to deal with - but not me - I'm too pleasant - I go to put in a new roll. It's a bit of an involved procedure with this particular dispenser. Not rocket science but a couple steps to it. So I go to it.

Foodface chick walks into the kitchenette. "Barges in," seems like a fair expression. Like, she does not stop and assess and realize, "Okay someone is in there. Let's think about how our needs fit together. They were there first. Maybe I even have to wait a little bit."

No, she just plops a big Tupperware thing of food right under the dispenser where I am working and does her other food-related shit. All about the food, this girl. I can't do what I'm doing. Like even if I wanted to go ahead and carry on with us tripping over each other like a couple of morons, her stuff is right in the way.

So I step back and and wait pleasantly.

I am 10x as busy as her but I let her butt in. Does she notice the big picture at any point and say, "Omygawd, I'm sorry. That was obnoxious of me. You go ahead and finish up - then I'll go."

No.

But still, I was pleasant. Did not complain. Did not make faces. Responded to a little smalltalk comment she made with an appropriate and pleasant rejoinder.



See, I told you there was pleasantness.
 
Fat chick sounds really annoying. I'd have trouble biting my tongue.
 
I've witnessed Mudcat's pleasantness on two different occasions - he dispenses it very liberally.

Whether he's eating a burger or attending a ghetto-ass job fair, the man does not fuck around.
 
Mudcat
"HI STEVE!"
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I was at the airport yesterday without net access and for the life of me I couldn't remember Muddy's name. I can't even remember why I was trying to remember the name but the more I thought about it the more blank I drew. In a span of like 3 hours I thought a bunch of typical white middle age men names. Bill, Joe, Robert, Robert kept coming back and damn I knew it wasn't Robert. And now this morning, b size 7 fonts. Nice.
 
Neither IAG or cami read the book or books in general.

End thread. :chickendance:
 
Blitty
Neither IAG or cami read the book or books in general.

End thread. :chickendance:
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The fok you dragging me into it for? I do read, I love to read. Just finishing up a book (hopefully will have some time to read it this weekend) and getting ready to start one my mother recommended to me, plus another one I found last weekend that I forgot about, tried reading it when I was drunk but it's hard to focus when you are seeing double.
 
Blitty, don't make come up there just to smack you.
 
You would have to come down. You live north of me. :facepalm:
 
There is no "up" in the universe. Mudcat can confirm.
 
Book is confirmed. In fact I even bitched about it being in the way in the kitchen when making coffee.

#mourningpissant
 
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