The Whistler.

You know them, there's one everywhere.

It's the person who whistles the same tune all day, every day.

In the restroom, whistling. At work, whistling. Slowly being eaten to death by Amazonian Fire Ants, whistling.

What irks me is, I'm working. Shut up. Shouldn't you be working?

As much as I enjoyed your rendition of "Greensleves" the first time, which I didn't, my dislike for it exponentially increases with each repetition.

May I request, as an alternative, humming. Softly. While driving in your car. Off a cliff.