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[w0rdinista]

I have these two pet peeves. And they're two pretty significant ones, as far as these things go (three, actually, if you count how much I hate to listen to noisy eaters slurp and lipsmack their way through a meal).

Peeve the First: I hate being interrupted. Because nothing sends the message that what you have to say isn't important like someone

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[darkfrog24]

Heh, don't show up at one of my family gatherings, then! Interrupting is the only way to enter a conversation, usually by saying half a sentence and then stopping. That lets the speaker know that someone wants a turn and what the person wants to talk about.

I still don't know what the outside-my-family way of entering a conversation is. Just waiting for the other person to stop talking never seems to work.

But yeah, if she knows you don't like it, then a reasonable effort on her part to remember is only fitting.

As for the making you wait, you've got three options. 1) Explain to her that she raised you better than to keep people waiting. Maybe she has no idea that you don't consider the hour in her living room to be a fun and relaxing part of the visit. (Not too likely, I know, but, hey, think of it as a warning shot

[w0rdinista]

See, at family gatherings, that's different -- when my entire family gets together, it's a free-for-all, and there's often three or four conversations going on at once. I don't mind that at all. What drives me up a wall is when Mom and I are in the car, alone, driving off to points known or unknown and my contribution to the conversation will consist of the occasional truncated phrase

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[darkfrog24]

See, at family gatherings, that's different -- when my entire family gets together, it's a free-for-all, and there's often three or four conversations going on at once. I don't mind that at all.

Same here. But tossing me a "Outsiders ways are not our ways" might've saved me some trouble. (Goddamned thunderdome, how was I to know that asking about the return policy was going back on a deal?)

[rya_kelley]

(three, actually, if you count how much I hate to listen to noisy eaters slurp and lipsmack their way through a meal).

GODS, yes! I hate that so much, I just want to freaking stab them with my fork. Gah.

I have refused to eat with people and kicked children out of my house. My husband calls me the Chew Nazi.