Since our office reorganization, I’ve been sharing an office with Isabel. We’ve been getting on each other’s nerves. 

Pete: Hey, Isabel, can you cut that out? 

Isabel: Cut what out? I’m not doing anything. 

Pete: You’re tapping your pencil on your desk. It’s driving me crazy. 

Isabel: Okay, I will if you’ll stop slurping your coffee. 

Pete: I don’t slurp my coffee. And plus, how can you hear it when you’re shouting into your phone all the time? 

Isabel: You’ve got to be kidding me! [bad word] about me talking on the phone when your friend Deepak stops by ten times a day to shoot the breeze? I can’t stand that guy. 

Pete: It’s no skin off my nose if you don’t like Deepak. Look, we have a lot of pent-up anger from working in these close quarters, and it’s probably okay to let off steam once in a while. But, it’s probably not a good idea to keep it up. I’m willing to forgive and forget if you are. 

Isabel: Fine. Let’s call a [bad word]  I’ll try to be more considerate and to keep the noise down. 

Pete: Yeah, I’ll try to do the same.