There is one word that immediately invokes my ire. Makes me see red. And I admit my response is a bit unreasonable.
Maybe because it’s not a phrase at all.
You’re asking me a question — you want my input, my point of view, my expertise — but the very question is so non-committal, so throw-away.
Like you can’t be bothered to ask me a question with any nuance or…
Or maybe you don’t want to reveal your hand before I lay my cards on the table. Well, it didn’t work this time, did it??
You see, I can read a lot into one word of conversation.
I’m a girl.