Regardless of how it may seem on my blog, I actually display loads of patience in real life.
Notice I said display, that's not to imply that I have a lot of patience, I don't. But I keep my internal lack of patience . . well, internal.
I received this in an email from a friend this evening:
. . . so now the new house is chalk full of boxes of crap that I need to throw away but can't. It turns out I'm a packrat.
I read that portion three times and each time I sighed, rolled my eyes and thought "I never would have believed it, but she's probably one of these people that thinks they put their clothes in a Chester Drawers."
Pet Peeve #372:
People who use phrases they don't know the meanings or origins of, nor the spelling of.
Chock or Chuck (if you're in less formal areas) Full is derived from Choke-full: meaning something or someone was full to the point of choking. Over the centuries it has evolved to Chock-full or Choke-full.
But Chalk full??
That doesn't even make sense.
Unless you're talking about an eraser. Or possibly a resin bag.
I have no patience for this level of stupidity.
Tell me not to email her a link to this post.