Politeness Quiz
When you notice an classmate/colleague who is wearing a tight dress that happens to display her protruding gut in a rather unflattering way, you:
A. Say nothing. If she wants to dress like that, it is her business.
B. Cheer her on. Women should look like women, not like sticks.
C. Say nothing to her face, but joke about it behind her back.
D. Say nothing to her face, but mention it quietly to one of her closer girlfriends later and tell her to pass on the message (just so that your mutual friend doesn't embarass herself by wearing that dress in public in the future....of course....).
E. Ask, "Have you been dipping into the cookie jar again?".
D. Ask, "So, when is the baby due?".
E. Ask, "Is there something wrong in there?" Then, when she doesn't understand you (or pretends not to), walk up to her, point directly at her tummy and repeat the question in a loud steady voice.
Today I put on my nice wool dress. I wore it because I like it. The problem is that I shrank it while washing it a few weeks back and it doesn't fit quite the same way. However, I still like it, so I just tied a sash around the waist with a bow in the front and called it good.
After an exhausting 4-hour rehearsal at school, everybody was irritable and ready to just go home without a fuss. However, our socially-inept special-needs pianist (who can't play worth shit) was standing around looking for someone with whom he might be able to strike up a conversation. My fiddle case was lying on a table next to him, and I had no choice but to walk over there, open my fiddle case, and begin to pack up my instrument.
To my delight, I found a chocolate bar hidden in the music pocket on top, and was playing with the zipper to try to hide it from view before anyone saw it and asked for some.
At this point, this socially-inept special-needs pianist turned to me and asked, "Is there something wrong in there?"
As I was playing with my fiddle case, I assumed that he had seen my chocolate. However, I wasn't about to give it up without a fight, so I innocently replied, "What are you talking about?"
He repeated the question.
I looked at him blankly.
He repeated the question.
I asked him, "Is there something wrong in WHERE?", still assuming that he was referring to the fiddle case that I was standing behind.
He then leaned closer to me, poked me in the tummy and said, "Is there something WRONG in THERE?"
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It took me a few minutes to register.
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I then looked at him and screamed at the top of my lungs, "NEVER, EVER EVER SAY THAT TO A WOMAN AGAIN AS LONG AS YOU LIVE!"
The room was very quiet.
A. Say nothing. If she wants to dress like that, it is her business.
B. Cheer her on. Women should look like women, not like sticks.
C. Say nothing to her face, but joke about it behind her back.
D. Say nothing to her face, but mention it quietly to one of her closer girlfriends later and tell her to pass on the message (just so that your mutual friend doesn't embarass herself by wearing that dress in public in the future....of course....).
E. Ask, "Have you been dipping into the cookie jar again?".
D. Ask, "So, when is the baby due?".
E. Ask, "Is there something wrong in there?" Then, when she doesn't understand you (or pretends not to), walk up to her, point directly at her tummy and repeat the question in a loud steady voice.
Today I put on my nice wool dress. I wore it because I like it. The problem is that I shrank it while washing it a few weeks back and it doesn't fit quite the same way. However, I still like it, so I just tied a sash around the waist with a bow in the front and called it good.
After an exhausting 4-hour rehearsal at school, everybody was irritable and ready to just go home without a fuss. However, our socially-inept special-needs pianist (who can't play worth shit) was standing around looking for someone with whom he might be able to strike up a conversation. My fiddle case was lying on a table next to him, and I had no choice but to walk over there, open my fiddle case, and begin to pack up my instrument.
To my delight, I found a chocolate bar hidden in the music pocket on top, and was playing with the zipper to try to hide it from view before anyone saw it and asked for some.
At this point, this socially-inept special-needs pianist turned to me and asked, "Is there something wrong in there?"
As I was playing with my fiddle case, I assumed that he had seen my chocolate. However, I wasn't about to give it up without a fight, so I innocently replied, "What are you talking about?"
He repeated the question.
I looked at him blankly.
He repeated the question.
I asked him, "Is there something wrong in WHERE?", still assuming that he was referring to the fiddle case that I was standing behind.
He then leaned closer to me, poked me in the tummy and said, "Is there something WRONG in THERE?"
...
It took me a few minutes to register.
...
I then looked at him and screamed at the top of my lungs, "NEVER, EVER EVER SAY THAT TO A WOMAN AGAIN AS LONG AS YOU LIVE!"
The room was very quiet.