call me mr. ed...

when we were kids and were having a hard time concentrating mom would always tell us to just put on our blinders. ya know, like how horses have blinders to keep from 'em from gettin' spooked. she'd have us cup our hands around the outside of our eyes and tell us to just block everything else out. today at work the 3 middle aged yackers i'm sharing an office with wouldn't stop telling stories that they thought were funny, but i thought were stupid. you know the kind where you're constantly having to give a courtesy laugh, b/c you have absolutely no natural response other than to turn away and pretend like you aren't thinking "welp, there goes [insert amount of time here] i'll never get back."
so the stories continued and next thing i knew they were asking me for validation of some lame point they made and i had absolutely no clue what they were talking about. my response "uhhh, i'm not listening." to which they awkwardly laugh b/c they aren't sure if i'm being funny or if they really did just waste 10 minutes telling a story in an attempt to be "cool" only to have the young gun completely ignore them. i'm not sure they believed i actually i hadn't heard them until about the 3rd time i said "no seriously. i have no idea what you're talking about." i think i may have hurt their feelings. but hey man, it's not my fault. mom taught me to put blinders on. good thing it's subconscious now, cuz it might be kinda weird if i was always cupping my hands around my eyes.

oh and by the way i hate when people turn left and don't use the left turn lane. grrrrrr. so annoying.