Some things just sound stupid… like people’s names that I associate with asininity - the stinkin idiots.

There are names that rankle our souls every time we here them spoken. I won’t mention any particular names here because it would incriminate innocent people. But just the mention of certain people is grating - it’s a special form of synesthesia that I’m coining as: Moronomatopoeia (derived from onomatopoeia).

When I hear that so-and-so is on the phone I cringe. There’s no guilt involved - just a genuinely putrid feeling of why, Why, WHY? Name, name go away, call back another day. Preferably on my day off! We have nothing to talk about because you have nothing worth hearing, nothing worth saying and certainly nothing worth my time and energy being wasted on your blasted blah, blah, blah blah blah. Shut the #@&%-up! NOW!

And don’t ask me to call back - I’d rather wet my pants at work.