I want to sing “hi-ho hi-ho its off to work we go” followed by some cool whistling as our group heads down the hallway to the morning production meeting.
I also find myself holding back from random ear thumping when faced with the opporunity.
I used to work in a building that still had active “mail drop” slots on each floor. As I would insert an envelope and let go, I would say, “Ahhhhhhhhh, poof!” as if it were Wile E. Coyote falling to the desert floor.
My boss thought I was just the wildest and most creative being in the world. Beside her marketing self, of course. :rolleyes:
(For those who don’t know, you put the letter in the slot and watch it drop. The chute send the mail to the basement of the building where the mail sorting is done.)
Elevators is what seems to yank my chain. Like when you walk up to the elevator and several people are already waiting. So you ask if anyone’s tried knocking on the door, and then do it. Most of the time, nothing happens, of course, and you just shrug for trying. But occasionally, right after you knock, the bell dings, the light goes on, the door opens, and everyone kinda freaks.
Another one is when you get on an elevator and it’s crowded. You walk in, and of course, you’re facing all these strange people who are likewise staring back at you. So, as the door closes, you remain facing them and say, “I suppose you’re all wondering why I called you here today…” Most of the time, that seems to totally disconnect their brains and they’re suddenly discombobulated. And then you get one sharp-wit who answers, “Yeah, we were wondering about that. Why did you call us here?” And you answer, “I don’t know, I forgot. I was hoping you could tell ME.” Then you shrug helplessly, and turn around to face the door like the rest of them.
It’s called Social Disarmament. Keep 'em off-balance.
My father always used to say “Cock-eye pi-doodle-eye” for a car with one headlight, and I still say it. But there don’t seem to be as many around as there were when I was growing up.
When I see people walking one of those miniature hairless dogs on a leash I always want to say loudly “Look at that person walking a rat on a leash!”. I have a couple of times, but you have to be with the right kind of friend.
Very Cool Spouse is an artist, and whenever there is any reference to a smock, we have to say “Smock smock smock smock smock…actually I just like to say smock.” (Sometimes followed by “What on earth is wrong with you?”)
From a Calvin cartoon*.
This one, while not a compulsion, is so similar that I have to mention it. Way back when, the band was playing a Holiday Inn somewhere and after the gig we were headed up to our rooms. We were strung out single-file heading down the hallway and someone started quacking. Not really loud, just a sort of quack-mutter like baby ducks following their mom-duck. A guest happened to open his door as we were passing, looked surprised for a moment and then said, in a very dry tone: “Oh, it’s the band.”
- To my surprise there’s a “Don’t knock my smock” Web site.
One day after getting back from a trip to the beach I was thinking about how much fun it would be to bring a beach ball to work. Blow it up, give it a nice serve several cubicles over, and see what happens. It might be better with a dying balloon that still had a bit of helium; so it falls slower. No need to spill coffee.
When I was younger there was a stand that sold corn not too far f4rom my house. One day a friend and I were driving past and he yelled “COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRN!” Out the window in this crazy loud voice that was a cross between a mental patient and a propspector. A few people actually dropped their corn when he did it. After that we yelled it every single time we drove past.
A few months back I was riding with my wife to a friend’s house and they live near this little par 3 golf course, as we drove by a woman was teeing off and I yelled “GOOOOOOOLF” in the same voice. She hit the ball which immediately sliced almost parallel with her club into the weeds outside the course.
As a kid anytime we took a long road trip we always said upon returning home" Home again, Home again, jiggedy, jiggedy, jig." I still it do if sometimes but don’t often take long road trips.