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Dec 8, 2002

Little Miss Manners

Tell me, is it wrong to harbour a seething annoyance at a neighbouring colleague who has a persistant and irritating laugh, like a creaking door, which he uses not only when he finds something wildly amusing (and trust me, his amusement threshold is staggeringly low) but also when he wants to fill an unseemly gap in conversation?

Example #1:
Me: Oh, you’re in late today…
Him: Yes, I had to wait for someone to fix my boiler. Hehehehehehehe.

Example #2:
Woman: Did you have a good new year?
Him: Yes, I went away. Hehehehehehe.

Example #3:
Him: Do you have a stapler?
Bloke: Sure, here you go.
Him: Thanks. Hehehehehehe.

I found myself wanting to yell “What’s so funny about that? Nothing! There is NOTHING funny about that! And by the way, your laugh sounds like a recording of a creaky door played backwards. What is up with THAT?”

Also, is it wrong to want to suddenly erupt with “Stop shouting, I’m only two feet away from you and my hearing is COMPLETELY FINE, you silly woman!” at another colleague who constantly speaks about ten decibels louder than strictly necessary?

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This is a personal site, created and curated continuously since early 2000 by Meg Pickard, a creative geek, passionate photographer, anthropologist and web experience /community /social media specialist, who works for The Guardian & lives in London, UK.
 
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