Dumb Questions To Ask People Novels & Stories

"How long have you been married?" Tameka knew she had to answer the questions. Lynette and Copeland explained and told her to adjust to the southern style. Southerners ask people personal questions, such as; who are your parents? What do they do for a living? Even how much money you or your family make annually. They call it friendly, but everyone else in the world calls it what it is, nosey! She proceeds to answer his question. "I've been married for quite a while." Tameka tells herself. 'Quickly change the subject.'

“What's up? Can I help you with anything?” “Yes, actually,” I told her, “I've got a question, if you don't mind.” I hesitated, chewing on my bottom lip as I tried to find a way to phrase my question without sounding too inquisitive or adamant. I did not want my reputation to be the annoying, new doctor who asks too many questions and thinks that the world revolves around her. For all I knew, these people were simply curious about me since I was a newcomer, and they did not mean to give me weird looks.

Is my mouth actually watering? "Since you've already wasted so much of my time, I'll just get to the questions that I do really need the answers for. This might have been a blessing in disguise. I am almost convinced that if I have to turn to a potential employer and say, ‘So, tell me a little bit about yourself’ one more time, I just may stick my finger in an outlet. “How old are you, Ms. Delgado?” I'm not sure he is legally allowed to ask that question in a UK job interview, but I answer anyway.

They all cheered but he was silent. "The third question, Do you have a boyfriend?" I wonder why she'll ask such a question. " No!" I muttered blatantly making sure he also heard. " Fourth question..." him again? " Sir, you can't ask more than…" he shot him a deadly glare, and everywhere went quiet. " Describe your ideal type?" He's asking such an absurd question. Aren't the question supposed to be work-related why personal life's now? I'll tell him what he wants to hear.

I paused. "You cannot ask any question linked to the previous one...each and every question should be unique...." I said. "Fine" he said. "No uncomfortable question...i will have the choice to abort the question..." I said. "No...its not fair...and there is no such things like uncomfortable between couples..." He said. "But.." i started. "No if and buts...i will not ask you any uncomfortable question...okay?" He said. "Okay. My first question is your happiest moment?" i said.

I pushed the thought away and realized I had to answer him. I said, "I understand every term of the agreement. But I was wondering if I can ask a few questions." I knew it was a big risk to even ask but wanted to. There were some things that I wished to know. Dax replied, "It depends if the questions are regarding the agreement or not. I'm willing to answer questions if you're confused on any of the terms I've laid out." Why was he so impersonal? I just wanted to be friendly towards him. Maybe he wasn't a people person. I hoped I could break his walls down.

“Uh oh. Let’s hear it.” “I feel like there’s a lot about you I don’t know these days. And I want to fix that. So why don’t we play a game of twenty questions.” He raises an eyebrow and folds his arms. “I get to ask you things too?” “Yeah, of course.” “Okay then. Deal.” I grin, pleased with the success. “Okay, tell me about your travels.” “That’s not a question,” he points out. I stick my tongue out at him. “What’s the most interesting place you’ve ever been to?”

I take a sip of my coffee barely tasting it as the question I’m dying to ask burns in my brain. ‘How do you know my name?’

It was a bewildering, overwhelming and non-stop stream of questions demanding that she answer: Coffee or tea? Coffee with milk and sugar? What do you want to eat on your break? Which shampoo? Which hand cream? What bank do you want to open an account in? Do you want to go to the movies? What do you want to see? What are you doing on your day off? Do you want company? And on and on and fucking on.

she says defensively but in a calm way. "Then you can ask her questions like, what her favorite food is. What's her hobby. What type of music she listens to... Those types of questions," says the old man. "That's how you'll get to know her." I feel like showering him with kisses right now. "You are making her uncomfortable," he adds in my defense. The beautiful, old lady rolls her eyes. "I didn't call her for dinner to know if she loves Kanye or Taylor Swift. That's none of my business... I want to know more about her and who she is and if she is the perfect fit for my son."