[Aside: at least my city rhymes with something fun and not poop.]
You know what I hate? When you see someone out of the corner of your eye and they do that thing where they pretend not to see you.
[Another Aside: I'd like to know who coined "corner of your eye" because it makes so little sense.]
Of course, let me stress that this rarely happens to me. Rarely so little it's practicalynon-existent...everyone always wants to see me. That's the old metaphor, as in, "her voice was dripping sarcasm." Ah, metaphors.
I wish there could be a moratorium on awkward moments like this. I hereby add this to my list. If I Ruled the World people would be required to smile and nod if they saw a person they know. None of this duck and run stuff, no eye contact avoidance, and leave off on the looking around at obviously non-interesting stuff. Lame, lame, lame.
I don't propose that we have long, drawn out conversations, no, nothing like that.
[Another Aside: my mother would NOT like the above sentence. On the cover of my manuscript, underneath the fake quote from Maeve Binchy saying that it is a lovely book and I am a great writer, my mother wrote "with way too many commas." Since she read it she has become obsessed with commas, even to the point of cutting articles out of the paper that have what I like to think of as trailing sentences, full to the brim with commas.]
But in the interests of common courtesy, I submit that it is easier to smile and nod than pretend a vapid ignorance of the person two feet to your left. Much less energy.
I'm interested in the comma issue, though.
Let's try that again.
I'm interested in the comma issue though.
This brings me back to those long discussions with Tyler the English teacher and the use of "too."
Are commas a personalized stylistic punctuation choice? How much is dictated by decree of some manual? How much is up to the writer?