Age != Maturity
At my job, we have some soft caulk in aisle nine.
If you know anything about the word caulk, you will know that it sounds suspiciously similar to- if not exactly the same as - a far more offensive word. This word, when combined with the word soft, makes for a lethal combination.
It also makes for a lethal combination with mixed with:
- Fifty year old ladies claming that they sorely need caulk - where can they find it? (aisle nine, I mumble through lips firmly shut, in order to prevent giggles.)
- Men asking if they can get caulking
- Customers requesting that you “Hold their caulk for them” or “Pull it through” (the till)
My giggles probably mean that I am immature, but at least I hide it well. And hey! You have to have fun at work somehow.
The hardest thing of all, however, is when an old man comes to the returns desk, plunks down a bunch of caulk and says, “I need a bigger one”… then winks. We all know where his mind is at: The same place as mine (and now yours).
P.S. - For those of you who aren’t as quick on their feet: Cock, okay? I said it. Don’t make me do so again 
I think too much
Have you ever considered the fact that your father1 very well could be be part of a mob? Like… The Mafia? Or… The Hell’s Angels? Or something?
Maybe my imagination is just too bizarre, but when a police car pulled up into our driveway at 6:00am, my first thought was, “Oh crap - Dad’s part of an organized crime ring, and he’s finally been ratted out.” I ran downstairs in my pajamas, opened the door, took one look at the solemn man in a weird blue thing that looked like his pajamas, and ran back upstairs2.
Granted, this incident took place when I was about fourteen. Maybe fourteen-year-olds are more likely to jump to the obvious conclusion of mob-hood than nineteen-year-olds would be. Fourteen-year-olds are clever like that.
Then again, maybe not. After all, I did just receive a phone call from an angry man who wanted to speak to my father. My initial reaction was, “Hmm, why is he so angry? Does my dad lead an illegal double life?”
No, I don’t know why I think this way. In truth, you’ll never meet a more upstanding citizen than my dad. The poor guy is just a victim of my imagination.
P.S. - The police officer came to our house because my grandpa had passed away, and my great grandma (my grandpa’s mom) was alone at his house, in hysterics. Could I have been any farther from the truth?
1But never your mother oh no… not her…
2I wish I could say that it happened exactly like this, because that would be a very amusing sequence of events (leaving the poor police officer just standing there in confusion….) But in truth, my mom did come down the stairs at some point before my running.
Internet competition
I don’t know what it is about the internet that attracts extremely competitive braggarts, but… apparently it does. I’m always noticing that anyone who’s geeky enough to be into web design likes to… er… ’subtly’ brag about their 1337 skillz. A prime example is the fact that I get many emails from various web design peers who want to catch me in error, by pointing out some flaw with this or that1.
The other thing that the internet seems to attract are people who have a distinct “I don’t give a rat’s ass” attitude. Again, I do not know why this is.
I can find examples without even trying. For instance:
I’ve been using PHP since I was 10, and drink tea regularly to keep myself awake in the early hours of the morning. I can count in binary and have an IQ of 147. - Tish
Contrary to popular belief, my pages and blog are NOT powered by WordPress. I wrote my own hand-coded CMS with PHP, MySQL and lots of instant coffee. . - Jem
Even Rose, the one talking about this phenomenon, is not immune:
I remember how proud I was when the teacher of the course came to me for advice on CSS. -Me
What a bunch of idiots we are2.
1Being a competitive geek myself, I always shoot them down with some excellent reasoning or superior facts 
2I guess I ought to put up a big “NO OFFENSE GUYZZZ” disclaimer here…