WTF

Here’s a different contextual example of what I was talking about in the previous post.

You’re out on a date, wanting to impress.  You take a walk in the park on a beautiful 80-degree day–just warm enough for some ice cream.  As big, fluffy, multi-scope clouds float by, you enter a small parlor brimming with people who had exactly the same idea.  You and your date decide to share a combo cone, and while s/he runs to the restroom, you step to the counter to order.  Your eyes dance with delight as the attendant presents you with the grandiosity you have ordered, a frozen monument to the big impression you plan to make with your date. 

As you turn from the counter, catching sight of the open-mouthed astonishment of your now biggest fan,  some guy rushing to the counter bumps you from behind and your sweet treat ends up here:

Would your first reaction be something to the effect…

“What the f@#k are you doing, dude?”

or

“Why the f@#k would I ever have or need that much ice cream?”

The difference between those two reactions are the stories that inform them.