All groups have these: stock phrases that inspire derision, sometimes so much that they’re basically reduced to jokes whipped out whenever a bit of sarcasm is necessary.
People interested in queer history: “But that’s just how men TALKED in those days!”
In the graphic arts field we have a good many including:
“Oh, just make it fit.”
“Huh, I could do that at home with Publisher.”
“I wish I could draw.”
“I have a Polaroid, will that do?”
"That’s great! Could I see it in (blue, red, yellow, burgundy) and maybe all over to the (left, right, centered)?
"I want that type like they used in (Austin Powers, Matrix, TeleTubbies, name your own obscure film).
“I want something real classy and rich but with a lot of yellow.”
As a secretary being asked to do yet another mind boggling, useless, time intensive bit of nonsensical crap that serves only to make some middle manager look like they know how to use Excel - “Oh it’ll only take a minute”. (Can you tell I’m having a bad day?)
Meanwhile back in the technical writing department:
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[li]Don’t worry about the technical stuff yet, the engineers will fill that out when they edit.[/li][li]We don’t have any specs yet, just talk to marketing/engineering to get started. [/li][li]Our overseas contractor will write the docs, you will just need to localize them. That’ll only take a half-day, right?[/li][/ul]
God yes. I came in here to post something like this, and I just had to second it. The next time I tell someone I’m in Linguistics and they ask me how many languages I know, I will scream. I swear.
“Oh, he’s just so nervous!” This is always said right after a dog has tried to bite the shit out of you for some infraction like picking up his leash.
“Oh no, honey, you can’t take him back there without me. He’ll just freak out if I’m not there.” Ninety percent of the time, these patients look around as if to say, “Thank god those nutwads are out of my face for a minute,” and sit quietly while the owner gnaws his fingernails down to the knuckle and hyperventilates.
“We tried to trim his nails/clean his ears/give him medications, but he just won’t let us.” Won’t let you? Good lord, who’s in charge here, you or the dog?
“No. It’s not painted at all. The designs you see are made from colored clay arranged in canes (insert complicated-sounding explanation for simple process here).”
“Ahh. So THEN you paint it!”
“No. See, the clay is colored. It’s made into those shapes and then stacked and sliced.”
“Oh. NOW I get it. You paint it after you slice it. How do you get the design on both sides?”