It is waaaaay too early in the morning to be putting up with stupid rhetorical questions. Since I come in to work blazingly early, I crank the WinAmp & jive along headphone-less until people start arriving. So one of our brilliant marketing/sales types walks past my desk.
“Morning! Got some tunes going on there?”
“Uhhhh… no. You must be hearing things. Does it sound like acid jazz? ‘Cause I’ve heard that people who hear acid jazz when there’s no music playing really need to never come to work and ask stupid questions again!”
At least I think that’s what my glare said to him.