Richard Martineau protested on Saturday against these people who put their phone on a loudspeaker And inflict their conversation, generally trivial, to the people around them.
He then asked our readers: and you, what is “kid”?
Here is my personal record. The order does not really matter.
- Be late or wait for someone who is late. Worse still, hearing the delayer explaining to me that children this or traffic this. Someone free to be disorganized, but impose their disorganization on others?
- Christmas music makes me downright aggressive. I have no problem with theAve Maria or Midnight, Christians! What makes me crazy is The little reindeer with a red nose, I saw mom kissing Santa Claus, The child at the drum Or my beautiful fir tree, Himalayan summits of the “Quetaine”.
- At the wheel of my car, I wait patiently, without horny, that the car in front of me moves … to finally realize that the guy or the girl is text and completely cares about the file behind.
- People are invited to eat at home, and you have to deal with the fact that such or such like practically nothing by narrowness of mind and lack of curiosity. I have more respect for people who do not eat this or that out of conviction.
- On a trip, you come across people who find that food is not at home, that hours are not at home, that habits are not at home, and that locals speak neither French nor English. So stay with you!
- Our television advertisements give the impression that the typical Canadian family is made up of a black dad and an Asian mother. The advertising agencies laugh under the cape and do this only to protect themselves from the accusation not to be open enough to “diversity”.
- For once, you have a discussion on a less insignificant subject than the weather or a recipe. At the end of arguments, your interlocutor takes on a stubborn air and says: “Well, it’s my opinion”. Everyone is entitled to their opinion, but that does not mean that all opinions are equal.
- A classic, many times denounced by Sophie Durocher: these people who, in the cinema, seem to believe that the demand displayed on the screen to turn off phones and other light sources is aimed at everyone except them, followed closely by these morons who pass a whole show with the arm raised to capture bad images and a rotten sound on a tiny screen.
- In the cinema, I often turn to people who plan and ask them: “Coudonc, are you part of the soundtrack?”
- Him: “I hate Martineau and Bock-Côte”. Me: “Name me a recent text of them and tell me what he was talking about”. Him: “Uh …”