Everyday Stupidities

One of my coworkers told this great story at the smoke pit the other day... When he and his sister were in school, they would call each other "renob". Finally his mother asked him what that meant. He replied that it was "boner" backwards. She then asked, "So what is a boner?" Without thinking he shot back, "You should know, you had seven kids." :) And no, I'm not a slave to the nicotine, but all the fun people are out there with their coffin nails getting a little fresh air (and a lot of bad air) while the more sensible people are inside going nearsighted at their computers breathing everyone else's stale germy damp air. It's sad that I have to resort to inhaling second-hand smoke to be social, but that's the way it is. And for the record, my sister and I didn't call each other names that often but her favorite term for people she didn't like was "penis wrinkle".

The weekly batch of advertising arrived in the mailbox today, and among the usual supermarket, restaurant, and oil change place recyclables was a 9"x11" glossy ad by a place called "Rent-n-Roll", which specializes in rent-to-own rims for your ride. Just what the world needs: first we have RTO places that rent amenities like refrigerators and useful comforts like televisions for a total payment of five times what the item is worth... now we get RTO for outright luxury items? For only $60 a week for an unstated amount of time -- or buy them outright for $1970 -- you can have a set of four pimpin' rims that are prolly worth more than the piece of shit you're putting them on, or are the first thing to get swiped by other people who are attracted to pointlessly shiny things. It's no surprise that the top of the flyer announces this 'sale' under the title "Spring into Bling". Is it racist for me to speculate what demographic this shop targets?

A special tip of the hat to the person who posted a photo on Flickr of a woman whipping out her pierced right boobie (no link or pic here, sorry) because I do believe I went to school with her a generation ago. She was the first crush I had when I moved to the small town; I played baseball with her brother that summer and she'd tag along to practices sort of like a mascot, and it wasn't until autumn when school started that I found out she was my age & grade. Last time I saw her was at our ten year reunion, whereupon she was wearing a short skirt and, uh, nothing under. We were sitting at this table and I leaned down to tie my shoe and looked up... and tried to figure out whether I was getting a bad view of a good thing or a good view of nylon drawers, my eyes were watering that night. A classmate told me afterwards that after we graduated she put herself through college by 'exotic dancing' so I likely saw what I thought I saw. (Tweety voice: "I tawt I taw a puddy-tat!") It ought to be amusing seeing her again in a couple months, with those images in my mind, if she shows up since she did move to the other side of the country. Will say that if that was her in the photo, she has aged very well. I have too but she looks better at it.