When one thinks he/she is the smartest person in the room and feels they have to explain everything that comes out of their mouth to the "dumb" ones.
Nigel: We should call our dog Pavlov.
Tammy: Lol
Nigel: You know cause every time the phone rings he thinks it's time to eat.
Tammy: Did you really have to use "teachertalk" with me?
Nigel: Thought you didn't know.
Tammy *frustrated after being done this way day after day*: I'll ask you if I don't know something. Please don't proceed to explain everything to me. I'm not stupid.
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2million.