there are some people who should come equipped with mute buttons
i.e. the extraordinarily annoying girl who sits across from me at work. NO ONE cares about when Mischa Barton throws up, your boyfriend (who clearly must suffer from some sort of mental deficiency) nor about whatever the hell you've been babbling about on the phone for the past half hour. Maybe try doing some work today? One more week til she leaves... one more week... I can make it...... I think.