Burning questions I have been thinking about thus far today

- When I have my eyebrows threaded (which I did a few hours ago), my body goes into exactly the same panic reaction that I used to have on airplanes. I mean, having one’s eyebrows yanked out with a piece of thread isn’t pleasant - it’s pretty painful, really, although a must for a beauteous eyebrow - but why does it actually make me feel claustrophobic? 

- When someone comes round to fix things in my house, why am I expected to offer him tea? I never do, partly because I am not British and partly because he is always two hours late, at least, which makes me quite cranky. But apparently this is a giant faux pas and I am essentially a rank violator of etiquette. But he’s not a guest, and I don’t want to hang out with him, so why must I put the kettle on? Am I an intolerable curmudgeon?