She walks by my office, hears whatever is playing in the I-Pod:
“Is that Oh Mickey (Tony Basil)? Oh my god, you’re listening to that?” Squeals of laughter, repeating this statement six times, progressively louder each time.
The same exact fucking thing you do when you hear ANYTHING I listen to.
I walk past you in the hall, and say ‘excuse me’.
THIS is fucking hilarious. “Oh look, I’m right here in the way!!!” Peals of laughter.
We assign a last minute athletic team trip to your friend: “Oh wow M, you’re going to take the softball team to Fabulous HS?!?!”
Joyful laughter, again with the escalating repeatedness.
If you have children, you know what I’m talking about. Otherwise, a stone-faced stare in her direction without talking while she cackles like a loon may go a long way.
If people are going to act immature, then you have to treat them like a misbehaving child.
Yeah, you know what? Try working with a giant fatheaded middle-aged man who laughs at everything he says like he just told the funniest joke ever. To make things worse, he laughs in his EMAILS with little LOLs and grins and shit.