February 21, 2011
My deadpan sarcasm often gets me in trouble. I have to hold myself back from delivering dry, feigned impolite, statements that I expect everybody will think are as ludicrous as I do. For instance, at the office one day, a staff member had been asking me for many ‘favours’ already, when he asked for one more. “You’ve had your quota of favours for today,” I quipped playfully. He shrank back, looking disappointed. I had to reassure him I was happy to help him. It scares me to think that a person might believe somebody would have been so seriously rude.