I like talking. Hah - how redundant is that statement? Not only that, I like talking with big words. Long, polysyllabic words. Supercilious, lugubrious, gargantuan... I love them.
At work we are split up into teams. I'm in a team with two twits - a British guy and a Scot. Lovely fellows. Not big on extensive vocab though. They think I'm taking the piss when I say things like 'telephonic' and 'conglomerate'.
They try to convince me that these words don't exist. Telephonic, I can borderline accept. Most people would just say 'telephone', even if the context is wrong. Fine. But conglomerate? Seriously... native English-speaking (with degrees in BUSINESS) men, and they don't know what a conglomerate is?
Call me condescending, but the idea is simply asinine. They've been speaking the language for the last 25 years. Get a dictionary already. Sorry, was that word too long? Dic-tion-ary.
Omigod, don't even get me started on words they do understand... Dic... I said dic. How funny is that? Nuts. Balls. Cock... tail.
It's like working with Beavis and Butthead. Reference to anything with a vague genitalia connotation is met with snorts and guffaws. Fortunately, I also vocalise quite clearly in shorter, four-letter words. So we can communicate... All I have to do is lobotomise my vocabulary and say things like, "penis".