I've decided I have well and truely had enough of them...
Take the conversation I had with my flatmate this morning when I forgot to set my alarm, awoke and couldn't find my phone and hence the time:
ME: "What time is it?"
HIM: "Late!"
ME: "No, I've lost my phone, what is the actual time?!"
HIM: "Quarter to."
ME: "Quarter to what??!!"
HIM: "Nine."
How damn obfuscated must you get?! Obviously if someone asks the time, they'd like to know the time, please? Thank you? If it's not too much bother?? Not *your* version of the state of the time, but the actual time!
Also, men are disgusting...conversations aboot zits and verucas ... just aren't pleasant while I'm trying to have my morning coffee... :/
-d
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