A Punch in the Face

I'm sick of this passive-aggressive bullshit.  Here's a conversation I had recently with a colleague:

Her: "Hey, can I ask you a question?"
Me: (assuming it's work-related, as I hardly know this person) "Sure."
Her: "Are you by any chance diabetic?"
Me: (with a slight frown) "Uh, no?"
Her: "Oh. Oh, wow. Okay."
Me: (a little irritated, but curious) "Any particular reason you should ask?"
Her: "Oh. Well, you know.  You've always had that pot belly, haven't you?  So I just assumed ... right?  That maybe you were diabetic."
Me: (woodenly) "Pot belly."
Her: "Yeah.  But don't feel bad, a lot of people have that."

Yeah, but not you, you 20-something stick-insect. 

So before I blow something or someone up, take note: if you don't like me, don't talk to me.  If you despise me, step on my foot.  If you actively loathe me, punch me in the face.  But please, for pete's sake, let's drop all this passive-aggressive nonsense.  I'm not your friend, you're certainly not my friend, so stop trying to psych me out with the condescending tone of voice and the patronising manner.  I've had it.  A punch in the face may sting for a while, it may not be pleasant at the time, and it may leave a mark for a couple of days.  But it will definitely hurt less.