The Final Straw
Ohmygod I'm hungry. I'm going to murder Michael in unsightly ways if he doesn't hurry up and get his pretty ass outta the bathroom so we can leave.
You'd think it'd get old, gelling every hair on his entire body, but apparently not. *shrug* I have to yell at him again for the fourteen hundredth time.
Okay I think that time had an effect. I threatened him with the "ass in seat" rule I learned from Everybody Loves Raymond. If his ass is not touching the passenger seat of my car in precisely two minutes and seventeen seconds, I'm leaving him and he will be forced to go hungry. Who says TV isn't educational? Learn something new every day.
Like you shouldn't strap meat to the bottom of a rope hammock and hang it between trees in the Serengeti overnight. Umm, not that I ever would have done that anyway, but now I know it for sure.