Tim Babb’s April Foolishness
I’m sitting on the couch watching my movie for this week’s “Worst. Movie. Ever. Tournament,” (which really sucks, by the way) but something has been gnawing at me for the past few weeks. A comedian friend of mine posted on her Facebook…
Please stop whistling in stores. Thank you.
I don’t know why it peeves me so, but I find it completely irritating and it gives me a small anxiety attack, which, (if legal and I was a complete jackass) would cause me to throw full pickle bottles at the person. Unless at work/social fun and havin’ a ball, I prefer quiet, quiet, quiet.
This irked me because I love to whistle. Especially when I’m out shopping. Is there a happier way to make noise than whistling? Who hates that? Hates it to the point where they want to throw pickles at people? (And why pickles?) But this comic is not alone. I’ve had co-workers tell me to stop whistling before. And it’s not like I’ve ever worked in a “serious” office setting. Oh…and it should be noted, I’m a kick-ass whistler. Don’t even come at me, friend. I will whistle your face off…more than likely to the tune of the Superman theme.
But it just boggles my mind that people could hate whistling that much.
So I put it to you, dear readers…whistling love it or hate it?