I was getting my eyebrows waxed yesterday (and I came thisclose to getting my nose pierced, but that's another post), and the woman was so annoying. When it came up that I lived in Kitchener for four months, she kept repeating "THAT IS SO IRONIC! I WAS BORN IN KITCHENER!" over and over and over. It got to the point where I almost jumped out of the chair. It wasn't ironic, not even a bit. It was barely a coincidence. It was certainly not nearly as exciting as her repeated exclamations would make you think.

"Like, oh my god! That isn't ironic! Irony is like, when the actual meaning is, like, the opposite of the figurative meaning! Like totally!"


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