Translation: “too much noise.”
Said in a commanding voice while scrunching up and covering your ears, this amusing signature of a friend’s little South Brooklyn Italian father works great to express annoyance at anything disruptive that might come into your world.
I’ve used it liberally with moderate passion since I heard it on Halloween. And it felt good. Worked like a charm.
beepbeep-boopboop-bopbop — visions of cute little Italian man in distress. Ahhh — all better.
That is, until today. With six shopping days ’til Christmas and me – the hesitant cautious dreamy driver – freaking out behind the wheel on jammed roadways and parking lots, it became apparent that the holidays require a stronger version of this expression – one with more aggressive hand motions.
For the love of God, gimme some mercy mild!!!
Very cute Julie. Thanks for sharing this. I am not the “dreamy driver” I am the one so focused that sometimes I forget to look around me….and to take a breath. This is the time of year where I really need to remember to “breathe” and “be thankful.”
Nothing say winter like Flannel Sheets! The Joys of the Holidays!
I’ve been with you when you drive “Big Left Turn” from the right lane. Yes I did buy Life Insurance after that event.
Next time QT will bring the tranquilizer gun for the Big Bear.