Originally Posted by Trebuchet
I had neighbours who had a Pomeranian which hated me. It was known to bark furiously at me through walls. Not either of the roommates I had during my stay there. Not any of the guests we had. Just me. About the only time it didn't yap at me was the last day I was there, when I was recovering from some serious psychological . . . overflow. Turns out my neighbours' son had been bipolar. As I recall, he'd killed himself only a few years earlier. They were very nice to me that day.
And "stereotype" is one word.
"Now everyone was giving her that kind of look UFOlogists get when they suddenly say, 'Hey, if you shade your eyes you can see it is just a flock of geese after all.'"
"You can't erase icing."
"I can't believe it doesn't work! I found it on the internet, man!"