I worked in a cubicle farm with low cubicles: only about 4 feet tall. All noise from anywhere in the large room carried far and wide. I sat next to a man with, shall we say, volume control issues. He spoke loudly in general, but when he was on the phone he seemed incapable of talking below a shout.
This was annoying enough. But he spoke to his wife 2 times a day, and always in the most patronizing way. He would lecture her about everything: the clothes she wore, her friends, the way she went to the supermarket, the errands she needed to run. He wasn't much of a looker, but the photo on his desk showed her to be drop dead gorgeous. I wanted to grab the receiver and tell her that she could do so, so much better.
The worst is yet to come. They would have very long very involved conversations about meat. About what meat they had for dinner last night, and what meat they were going to have for dinner tonight. Beef, ham, pork... always meat. Odd, but it wasn't until one day when I had to hear a conversation that went something like: "I really enjoyed bacon last night. I really, really enjoyed it. I mean, REALLY liked bacon. We should have bacon more often." And then he sort of growled, and it hit me: they weren't talking about meat, they were talking about sex acts! Their conversations about meat were thinly veiled discussions of their sex life! From then on, I just wanted to die every time their conversation turned to "dinner."
(Posted by Anonymous)
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