There’s a guy in our office who spends the entire day making stupid noises. If he’s not whistling mobile phone ringtones, he’s drumming on the desk, replicating the Grange Hill music, singing, or making that oh-so-hilarious simulated wanking noise you used to make as a kid by grabbing your cheek and waggling it.

And the thing is, if I ripped his limbs off, beat him to death with them and then stuck his body on a spike, I would be the one who went to jail. Where’s the justice in that?

5 Responses to “Annoying”

  1. Caitlin says:

    There is no justice in this world.
    Trust me.

    ps.. slightly delayed, but there ARE tennis courts in whistler.. they’re just in bear country.

  2. Chris says:

    I’m learning this.

    Did we have a conversation about tennis courts in Whistler, then? I don’t remember that…

  3. Adrian says:

    Have you tried asking him to be a little more quiet. I never do, but someone suggested it once as a novel approach.

  4. Caitlin says:

    i don’t remember if we did. we may have, or may have been just one of those things that i was told you said.

  5. SharkyUK says:

    I’m on the verge of doing something I might regret with respect to *those* noises each and every frikkin’ day… I haven’t had a days productive work in weeks. I’m with you on this one, parm.