EMmmmmmm, do I whiiiiiiiiiiine? I was moonwalking my toes on the wall, being cute. Even on the phone, moonwalking your toes on a wall can produce aural nuances that are hard to resist. In a non-sexual way, of course. This is M we’re talking about.
To moonwalk your toes on a wall you must lie back in bed. Roll over on one side, facing said wall, and then proceed to give it the sort of footsie feel-up it’s never had since gravity.
But this is M.
She’s a hardass.
Of course you do! she said, like it was the most natural behaviour to exhibit, if you were H. She was munching on something, clearly not paying attention to subtle aural nuances.
Reaaaaalllllllllllllly? I whiiiiiiiiiiine? My wall was near shuddering, I’m certain. But M, heartless M, continued to respond with irritating honesty.
Yes. There are some people who laugh a lot. Some who sulk a lot and then, there are those who whine a lot. You’re of the third kind.
I hate it when people start sentences with – there are two kinds of people in the world… But I couldn’t fault M on that. She said three. And to her credit, they weren’t mutually exclusive. Okay so maybe she needed another kind of prodding.
Like I’m thaaaaaaat annoying, M?
No. It’s not annoying. It’s just whiny. It’s like you like pink. You also whine.
But you don’t count M. You’ve known me nearly 12 years now. Do you think if someone new heard my voice they’d be irritated?
I would’ve taken her response seriously, but she paused.