Boor- an ill-mannered person
Ex: “Don’t be a boor, Jeremy! Open up the door for me!”
“I thought you wanted to be independent!”
“I do, but I also wish to be treated like a lady.”
“Mixed signals! All day you send me mixed signals!”
“Don’t you have a bit of emotional intelligence? You really can’t tell how I feel at any given time, can you?”
“You say one thing, but you mean another!”
“Like what?”
“You told me you wanted our son enrolled in the best preschool. You told me that no tuition was too steep for us. That the road to an Ivy was at first travelled via a Little Tikes tricycle. So, I spent the money. All $30,000 of it. Then you told me that we couldn’t afford it! That he was better suited going to the public school, and that we should focus on his athletic and social development, rather than his academics!”
“That school was making him into a nerd!”
“Don’t you want a nerd!? An Ivy-school attending genius who spends his off hours nose-deep in some Starcraft II strategy guide?”
“I never said that! Yes, I want him to be an Ivy student, but not a lame one. I was envisioning more of a daddy’s money, 4 generation legacy. A real seersucker suit, blonde-hair slicked back kind of kid.”
“Well congratulations. Now he’s in public school, and he can’t even sniff the field on the lacrosse team. You have any more big decisions to make for our family?”
“I want you to bring Davionte into the mix”
“Honey, you know once I call up Davionte, there’s no going back! Once he comes over, you know what has to be done. You can’t pull out at the last moment. What’ll I do then, pop a bowl of popcorn and watch the Knicks game with him?”
“I won’t pull out, and Davionte won’t either.”
“Jesus, honey! For god’s sake spare me those details!”
“I thought you wanted everything spelled out for you.”
“Not this! Just…just give me the signal when you want me to pop out of the walk-in closet. I’ll get the cop uniform ready”