Happens a lot when my dad is talking to me, what the fuck is wrong with me. At the hairdressers I'll just be sitting there nice and calm but then I'll imagine the hairdresser throwing a cup of tea in her own face on purpose or something and then that's it, I'm fucked, the rest of the haircut spent destroying my inner cheek trying not to laugh. At job interviews I usually imagine the interviewer's chair collapsing or for them to stop mid-conversation and with a straight face call me a 'Fucking bellend.' Similarly, I'm fucked for the rest of the interview.