Also, that’s not exactly what “introvert” means.
Yeah, curmudgeon or future hermit…
Or current sociopath.
It’s not, but to be fair I can imagine workplaces where an introvert wouldn’t want to talk to anyone, because they’re set up so that only an extreme extrovert can stand it there. I was in a company that adopted an open office and for a little while I was working in a hallway, trying to figure out if I needed to quit.
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Her cake mixes are still better than Duncan Hines.
One day while grocery shopping, mom and I were examining the cake mixes who were on sale. She said, “Oh, good! It’s all the Betty Crocker!” and began putting a bunch in our cart as she told me they’re way better’n DH. “DH cakes are always so dry.”
I thought for a minute while grabbing a couple butter pecan, grinned, and said, “So, always buy the woman’s stuff, not the man’s?” She laughed and said, “Yeah! That man doesn’t know shit about baking!”
We cracked up, and another lady nearby about doubled up laughing. She insisted she’d remember that XD
ETA:
Made my mother’s quotation more accurate by replacing “anything” with an obscenity. Ithankew.
Dude. Too soon.