Saturday, January 14, 2006
Drink THAT in, pal!
So I'm at the wine shop looking for something with a little character (liquid or human), and a twenty-something guy is conducting a wine tasting.
Only he's not.
Instead, he's obviously bothering the clerks, loudly protesting that he can't find a girlfriend to cook for him and iron his shirts. (Check the calendar... yep, it's 2006.)
It's beyond joking; it's beyond post-adolescent cockiness. It's damned annoying.
No, I couldn't help myself. I swear, I couldn't.
I stopped dead in the middle of the store, and said -- just as loudly -- "What's stopping YOU? You have two good arms; you can iron. You can read a wine label, so you can read a recipe. And what makes you think a girlfriend can cook or iron any better than you?"
His jaw flapped around a little bit, but no sound came out. And I got a very good discount on my wine.
Only he's not.
Instead, he's obviously bothering the clerks, loudly protesting that he can't find a girlfriend to cook for him and iron his shirts. (Check the calendar... yep, it's 2006.)
It's beyond joking; it's beyond post-adolescent cockiness. It's damned annoying.
No, I couldn't help myself. I swear, I couldn't.
I stopped dead in the middle of the store, and said -- just as loudly -- "What's stopping YOU? You have two good arms; you can iron. You can read a wine label, so you can read a recipe. And what makes you think a girlfriend can cook or iron any better than you?"
His jaw flapped around a little bit, but no sound came out. And I got a very good discount on my wine.
# posted by Peggy @ 8:40 AM 
