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A Pulp Fiction post.
Your colleague says "let's circle back" for the fourth time before lunch. Nobody has circled anywhere. You smile at the screen with your jaw set, holding a pen like it owes you money. Your flatmate announces she'll "do the washing-up tomorrow". The pan has been soaking since Sunday and has started to develop a personality. You nod and mentally mark the date. Someone at the pub is explaining, again, that he's "not like other people". You are four pints in and have heard it in three different accents. The table goes quiet in the way tables do before something happens. The group chat has a friend who sends "can't make it, sorry" half an hour after everyone has sat down. The rest of the evening is spent being very polite about it. **Why it caught on:** the picture is a still from *Pulp Fiction* (1994), written and directed by Quentin Tarantino, from the scene where the hitman Jules Winnfield points a pistol at a frightened man and demands he never repeat one particular word. People took the threat and left the blank open: fill in whatever word, phrase or habit has worn out its welcome, and the picture does the rest. It spread because everyone has a word they could happily never hear again.