Kids Will be Kids...

So, I'm sitting in my office today, minding my own business, appearing to be busy when I hear this "beep, beep, blip, beep-beep, blip, zzoooomm, beep".

Seriously.

WTF?

Now, mind you, I work in a Pediatric Clinic so the shrill of a screaming tot generally does not faze me anymore. But this God-awful "bleeping and blopping and zipping and zooming"...NOT COOL. Especially when it's right outside my office door. I took a peek out there and lo and behold, some brilliant pre-teen is plugging away at her Game Boy (or whatever the latest gadget is on the market to replace actual interaction with other children and/or physical activity - and I'm sure I am sooo behind the times and there's some fancy new contraption that has replaced the pre-historic Game Boy). Anywho, as I'm generally not known for my ability to use tact in persuading people from being complete morons, I took into account that most kids this age are self-centered and don't generally think of anyone but themselves. (That's a fact by the way, not just my bitching and moaning to conjure up a random statistic). The bleeping continued and, well, instead of asking her to kindly refrain from turning our hallway into a video arcade, I just flashed her "The Look". Any of you that know me are probably familiar with "The Look". Poor girl. However, my evil plan to squash her fun was a miserable failure when "The Look" proved unsuccessful as she continued her bleeping and carrying on.

Right outside my office door.

At an absurdly high volume.

Not cool.

So, as any mature, well-educated adult would do, I promptly shut my door in her face. But I didn't slam it - I shut it just enough so that it didn't close but made it blaringly evident that she was annoying the ever-living-piss out of me. Without hesitation, I caught a faint, "Ooooh, I'm sorry!"... I believe I even heard a few, "Shhhhh..." - I assume this was directed at that devil-device.

Hehehe - I win. ::evil laugh::

I love kids, I really do.