I’m making this a two for one because neither is strong enough to stand on its own.
POINTLESS DETAIL: just received a site-wide work email saying “in the [redacted] car park there is a grey [redacted], registration [redacted], which is empty but with the radio left on (Radio 2).”
INANE QUESTIONS: at breakfast this morning I told my gf that I’m getting a haircut on Saturday morning. Her reply: “At the hairdresser?” No, at the fucking butcher, where the fuck do you think? Extroverts and their “speak, think, speak” thing, man.
Maybe she was asking to judge how much free time she has away from your constant moaning about things? Barber = 30 mins Hairdresser = 1 hour (of bliss)