When I was buying the glass the girl behind the counter, who I had been having a nice chat with about the Big Lebowski and other what have you's, said,
"Are you getting that for your son's teacher?"
I said,
"Ohhhhh no, not on your life. This sweet baby is all mine. I'm the king of douchebags and this is my new goblet."
She said, "Are you really a douchebag?"
I said, "You don't know me. Believe me, the glass speaks the truth, I am. "
But so as to not make her think I was a total asshole on top of being a douchebag, I said, "But I'm usually a douchebag in a good way."
"How so?" She inquired while scanning my items in a small talkish kind of way.
"I often say improper things at awkward times. Many times by accident because I have a big mouth. It can be embarrassingly comical, but I'm also the kind of douchebag that tells other douchbags that they're being real fucking douchebags. Then I hope they don't have guns."
"Ohh..." she said suddenly believing in my doucheness.
She'd heard and seen enough, she understood. She wrapped up my glass. I payed my money and took my loot. I ran home. I washed it. I cracked open a beer. I poured it in my new glass. I drank deep. I was happy.

1 comments:
I would love to buy that glass for a few people here.Good find!
About 15 years ago I found a tea cup at a car boot sale that said "Smile if you had sex with a donkey last night". I bought it for my mate Sue and she still has it. I got a Christmas card this year that had a picture of her old mum drinking tea from it.
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