Conversation at work went something like this:
Irritating Female Colleague: "Did you watch the Great British Bake Off final?"
Me: "No I didn't."
Irritating Female Colleague: "Oh you should have, it was really great."
Guessing - correctly - that Irritating Female Colleague: wants me to say something like "What happened, then?" so she can then rattle off about it for the next half hour, I reply:
Me: "I have absolutely no interest whatsoever in this programme. I didn't watch it, I didn't want to watch it, I have no interest in it and I don't want to know what happened.
Irritating female colleague: "Well, it was like this.............." She starts talking but before she can get to the end of the first sentence I cut in:
Me: "Please stop talking about this programme." I told you I don't want to hear about it. What part of that didn't you understand?"
Irritating female colleague: "What IS your problem..?" Stalks off in a huff
Half an hour later:
Boss: "XXXX can you come in here, please" I go into his office and shut the door
Me: What's this about?"
Boss: "XXXX says you got a strop in with her. You threatened her and she's so upset she's had to take the rest of the afternoon off."
Me: "I didn't threaten her, I simply asked her to stop wasting my time talking about a television programme that I am totally not interested in hearing about."
Boss: "Well, you've upset her. You'll have to apologise."
This is how these anally retentive cretins work. There is an unwritten rule that fans of **** TV have to be indulged in their mindless, moronic addictions. Not to do so is deemed to be antisocial or at the very least politically incorrect.
In future, if any of these imbeciles come anywhere near me and starts talking about some soap opera, reality TV show, pro/am dance competition or other such crap, I am going to feign an epileptic seizure and insist on having three days off for recovery.
**** 'em.
PS..... None of the women at work are talking to me right now. Bliss.