At my last presentation, I met a darling man. I handed him my business card and he looked at it, and looked at it, and looked at it.
“We just changed our logo. It had been blue, now it’s ORANGE!”
“Yes, I see. I don’t like it. Not at all.”
He then went on to criticize my card and once he finished with the card he started on me. Really, it was the most delightful conversation and it ended with me wanting so desperately to be his friend.

I really don’t get people. Where in the world did this man get the idea that insulting people was a good thing? As a child, did he tell his mother that he hoped one day he’d grow up and be abrasive? You’d think he’d catch me glancing at the exit with hopeful eyes and realize the error of his ways? Nope, that would be too obvious.