A guy with an English accent knocked on our door.

He was trying to sell us something.

Luckily I didn’t answer it, otherwise I would have bought it immediately. And I might have quite possibly flung him into the house, locked the doors and never let him leave EVER. 

Such a lovely voice.

People who skillfully avoid questions.

You know, you ask them a simple question like “which do you prefer, vanilla or chocolate ice-cream?” and they’ll respond with something like “why are there only two options?/why are these flavours so often compared?/why not compare mango and triple choc?” and a debate will ensue.

The conversation will end five hours later and it’s not until a long time afterwards that you realise you never really received your answer - amidst all of the ramblings, the original topic became lost. And you find, for some reason, you know a lot about dog breeds now.

Well played, very well played indeed.

My Dad doesn’t understand technology.

Exhibit A:
“Julie are you doing the internet right now?”

Exhibit B:
“You should take your DVD out of your pocket.”
“Dad, it’s my iPod.”

Exhibit C:
Any interaction he has with a computer whatsoever.

Highlight of the day

Having an extremely macho-looking construction worker pull up next to me at the traffic lights, with his speakings blaring:

“NEVERMIND, I’LL FIND SOMEONE LIKE YOUUUUUUUUUUU-“