Sometimes I contemplate walking around with a sign on my back that reads: Mind Your Own Business.
Maya: “Who are you talking to on the phone?” MYOB.
Ali: “When are you going to jump into the 21st century and switch from Hotmail to Gmail?” MYOB.
Nosy Indian Aunt: “Why are you wearing that outfit again when you already wore it to my cousin’s brother-in-law’s wedding?” MYOB.
Valet Parking Attendant: “How come you drive a two-door car when you have a child?” MYOB.
Should your daughter still be in a booster seat at six? Why is your fridge always so empty – what do you guys eat? How can you justify employing a housekeeper – are you THAT busy? Why do you spend so much money on X, Y, and Z? Do you ever stop complaining?
No. And MYOB.
Instead of making geometry and biology mandatory I think schools should make kids take classes like “Social Skills 101: Keeping Your Obnoxious Questions to Yourself” and “Off Limits: The Art of Avoiding Offensive Topics.”
Anyone with me?