Listen. I don’t want to get all finger-wagging-head-gyrating-bad-i-tude on you, but there is really nothing in the world more annoying than having someone tell you that you are wrong when you know that:
a) You are not wrong.
b) They have no idea what they’re talking about.
c) YOU ARE NOT WRONG.
Oh, wait. There is one thing more annoying. Having them interrupt you mid-sentence to tell you that after you have been nothing but polite even though you have long known that every time they open their mouth they are just guessing or pretending to know what they’re talking about.
It usually makes me do something like this:
Is it lunch time yet?