In a library, I find it’s best to slap a book closed and whip off my glasses after coming across some unexpectedly harrowing information.
Nothing displeases me more than when a friend gets into a serious plane crash after I’ve specifically told them to have a safe flight.
BAKER: Baking is a science that requires precision, timing, and accurate measurements. OK… 11, 12, 13. Anyway, here’s a dozen cupcakes.
Me *hesitates to do CPR on a friend who’s on the floor, unconscious*: What if he comes back as a zombie
911 Operator: No, he’d have to be dead awhile, then reanimated through some kind of disease vector or lightning storm.
Me: Thank you!
Operator: That’s what we’re here for.
You know who doesn’t sleep like a baby? Babies.
[approaching a person with a service dog who’s wearing a “Working: Do Not Pet” vest]
Me who is different and likely not target audience of sign: Hi, can I pet your dog?
One surefire way to get people to stop self-deprecating is to agree with them.
Me to a friend: *complains for ten straight minutes without taking in a breath* but I really can’t complain
*walks into high school reunion with six-foot tall sack of flour*
I took the assignment seriously. Anyway, this is Max… my son.
Sometimes I cross things off my to-do list that I haven’t done.
To remind myself that I control the list.