“So, what do you do?”

I really hate that question. Lately, I say, “I cook, sew, etc”. 10% of the tone in my response is slathered with sarcasm, because I know damn well that’s not what they meant. When I’m feeling especially bitter, I say I don’t do anything; which was the case for most of this year – job wise at least. Bu why is this usually the first question asked when you first meet someone? It’s not always the case, but it is a lot of the time.