I really resent it when salespeople ask me leading questions. I looked for a long time for a quick, but polite, way to disarm them.
I found it when I heard this tip from a sales workshop:
“If you can get a prospective customer to answer, ‘Yes,’ to any question you ask, you’re more likely to make the sale.
Annoying Salesperson: “Don’t you want to save money on your wireless service?”
Annoying Salesperson: “Don’t you want to pay less for your wireless service every month?”
(Obviously I didn’t understand the question the first time.)
Me: (In my most pleasant voice)
“No. I love my wireless provider. I consider the money I pay them every month to be a gift. I’d pay more if I could.
“Thank you, and have a nice day.”
“Not Yeti. But I did hear the Abdominal Snowman rumbling by.”
Let’s consider the word
As a noun it can be either “an English dessert made of layers of custard, fruit, and sponge cake”
 or “a thing of little value or importance.” 
As a verb, trifle means, “treat (someone or something) without seriousness or respect.”
Now I don’t know about you, but dessert is pretty darn important to me, so I will leave you with this admonishment:
Trifle is not to be trifled with.
You may, however, feel free to trifle with cream cheese and green olive sandwiches. But maybe that’s just me. 
 Wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trifle.
 Google: https://www.google.com/search.
 See to learn why I seriously disrespect this form of so-called “food.” The Olive Sandwich Incident
You can liven up a trip to the store considerably – and create some mental images you may never be able to get out of your brain – if, as you walk through the store, you ask yourself:
What three things should never be on the checkout lane at the same time?
A bowling ball, a plunger, and Vaseline.
Wine, shotgun shells, and tampons.
Cornflakes, underwear, and Mazola oil.
Let your creativity flow! Bonus points if you check out with #threethings and the clerk gives you a funny look.
* Rubber gloves are always funny. Note:
The weather forecasters are calling for a chance of snow.
Just in case you’re not from around here, this is the southern equivalent to yelling, “Fire!” in a crowded movie theater.
If you haven’t already gone to the grocery store, there’s no point in going now. Hordes of panicked shoppers have already descended on the stores and emptied the shelves of all the basics: bread, milk, eggs, toilet paper, corn flakes, Mazola oil, rubber gloves.
You know who these people are, so if you need anything, you can always go borrow it from them.
Why do the words flammable and inflammable mean the same thing?
The dictionary at
reference.com indicates that both words mean:
“easily set on fire; combustible.”
in- means . The word roots section on not membean.com says so. The page even has a cute little interactive tree with examples.
Call me crazy, but is seems to me that having two words that ought to have opposite meanings but don’t is just
asking for trouble.
“Dude! That truck has a sign that says it’s inflammable!
Hold my beer and watch this!”
Not a good thing, unless you’re trying for a Darwin Award.
An onomatopoeia is a word “which imitates the natural sounds of a thing. It creates a sound effect that mimics the thing described….” 
Bees buzz, cows moo, horses whinny, etc.
However, there are some words that sound so much
not like what they mean that you can get yourself in trouble using them.
For instance, the word
pulchritudinous sounds more like the symptom of an infectious disease than a compliment. If you say:
“My, what a pulchritudinous woman you are!”
to your date, chances are you’re going to get slapped – even though you shouldn’t. Pulchritudinous actually means:
“having great physical beauty.” 
Huh? Who, how, and why, we ask ourselves, would someone come up with such an ugly-sounding word to describe beauty?
Inquiring minds want to know.
 Source: literarydevices.net.
 I suggest you tell anyone you’re going to describe as “pulchritudinous” what the word means before you use it.
 And did he ever have a date?
Have you ever checked out at the grocery store and noticed that the clerk seemed to be paying undo attention to – or made too many comments about – your purchases?
Of course, you can be polite and pretend you don’t notice. Or you can ask the over-attentive clerk:
“Is this the right amount of toilet paper for this amount of food?”
Sometimes when a server delivers the food to your table, he asks a question that makes you wonder if you’re supposed to eat the food after that.
I can deal well with, “Is there anything else I can get you?” or even “Does everything look okay?”
The one that finally got to me was:
“Did everything come out okay?”
I turned around to look over my shoulder, turned back, looked the server in the eye, and replied:
“I don’t know; it hasn’t come out yet.”