While in Panera Bread over the weekend, I nearly caused an incident.  I was standing in line, and the line was LOOOOONNNNGGG, waiting to order my overpriced sandwiches when a woman strolled up behind me.  Immediately she started to whistle.  Now, if you truly know me, you know that one of the only things that really bothers me, to the core, is whistling.  I can't stand it!  In fact I had to dig my nails into the palms of my hands to stop from turning around and punching this woman in the face.

Now gentle reader, settle down.  I'm not violent by nature, but the whole whistling thing just drives me batty.  I'm sure it has to do with my long dead grandmother, whose name my daughter now carries.  The woman, my grandmother, used to whistle non-stop.  Shrill and incessant.  Needless to say, it killed me.

SO this poor woman sidles up behind me and starts whistling.  Oh lord it was agony.  The lines did not bother me; the 6.95 cent turkey and bacon sandwich didn't bother me, but this woman did.

Now, would it have been totally rude for me to turn around and ask her, politiely, to stop whistling?  Is it ok to do something like that in public.  It's one thing to ask your family to shut their traps, but a total stranger, well that's just different.  Would she have looked at me like the crazy person I actually am, and then told me to buzz off?  Or would she have obliged me craziness for once and stopped her simpering?  It wasn't such an extraordinary day, so why she was whistling I don't know.

But alas, I did nothing.  I was unsure of the correct social reaction, so I just dug my nails in and prayed for the line to go faster.  Rolling my eyes, I finally got to the counter, and blessedly she stopped.