So I work with a delightfully urban fellow, Dante. I have an extremely hard time deciphering what he is saying most of the time due to his slang (which not understanding makes me feeling incredibly old and out of place) and mumbling. He gets as frustrated as I do, not being able to understand him. He threatens to "break my car window if I don't stop that 'what' stuff," all joking I hope. Today he was asking me a bumch of dumb questions, bugging the crap out of me as usual, and the question of what I normally wear came up. I said your looking at it, and I got a jaw dropped, bug-eyed, horrified look, followed by "for REEEALL?!" Am I really that bad?...