When your mother calls you on the phone to say hi, but ends up talking to you for hours about how you need to change course in life before everything goes to crap.
*Phone rings*
"Oh hi Mom, how's it going? Yeah me too, I've been busy... No I haven't been dodging your calls... I know. I know. I know. Yeah. No. Yeah. Yeah. No. Okay. Yes, Mom. Yeah. Okay..."
*Conversation goes on...*
*Conversation ends*
*Call duration: 3:46:32*
*Phonetervention concludes*
Someone or something that bites your ankles.
To a postman, an ankle biter is often known as a dog.
To an adult, an ankle biter may be a toddler.
To hikers, an ankle biter is sometimes a tick.
And so on.
When a man will search for hours to find something that is laying out in the open on a table. Items are often easily found by a women.
Man: "I have been searching for hours for keys."
Woman: "You mean the ones sitting there on the coffee table?"
Man: "Where?"
Woman: "Right there in the middle of that table."
Man: "oh, must have been Male Pattern Blindness"