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You know what I hate? ...

By KAVELLE ANGLIN-CHRISTIE, Staff Reporter

I HAVE DECIDED to take this space to discuss all the things ­ actually, just two, that I find strange...

The other night my friends and I went to the Portmore Festival Queen Competition. I need to point out here gentle readers, that we faithfully attend this contest each year, not to see how culturally aware the girls are, and to learn something from them, but quite the opposite.

Each year we sit and laugh our heads off about how the girls seem to make every attempt not to answer the questions they were asked. "You know what, I'm gonna pretend they didn't just ask me that question. Arrgh! They are so annoying! I'm just gonna answer my own," they seemed to say.

The persons sitting behind us, echoed my sentiments, "Where in the blaspheming hell, did these girls come from?" I mean, at the beginning of the contest, the master of ceremonies made sure to tell us that it was not a beauty contest, but one based on intelligence. Yet, it was the most frightening thing, when the girls didn't seem to know what the devil's salvation they were talking about.

But what was even more frightening, was when their fan-base ignored their ignorance and cheered right throughout the answer. (Raised eyebrow).

At work, we simply had to discuss the contests ­ the miss world and the miss festival queen competitions ­ and nothing could have prepared me for what a co-worker told me: the girls got the questions in advance so they could prepare.

What had happened? What had gone wrong? I thought back to all those times when I took time out from my own laughter and pain to empathise with these girls, because nervousness had turned them into dupes. Oh, well, so much for that ...I simply must laugh harder next year.

The other thing that irks me, just in case you have not guessed from previous columns, is annoying people.

The other day, I was in quite an august discussion with my co-worker, and someone, who I simply refuse to call an irritant, who asked me something that I can't remember right now. Anyway, I quickly answered and moved on. Humble followers of Christ, this demonic force proceeded to curse me, "Ah who de gal yah think she ah chat to? Ey, ey...ah true she nuh know innuh." He continued this as he passed me for a second time. I ignored him.

Oh, yes I remember now, he had asked me a question and I had responded, and continued my conversation with my co-worker.

Have you ever noticed that annoying people are like dirt: they're everywhere.

You know, my friends and I have this philosophy: it's okay to pass us and say nothing. Really. We won't feel ashamed, cry, sniff crack, or die. If you have nothing of significance to say.

In closing, to drive home my point on the type of personality I have, a co-worker recently said to me, "You know what, I would hate to see you on crack. Honestly."

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