no truck balls
October 5, 2009
Two hot chocolate stand incidents from the weekend got me a little excited. And I mean “excited” in the “it’s on my mind” sense. I’d hate for you to think that I’m all excited. I’m not normally excitable.
But I came out of my local Beans n Brews the other morning only to encounter this:
Really? So the guy in the car parked next to me thought the best way to clear out the old contents of his mug was to dump it next to my door. Where, to avoid stepping in it I would have to be a member of the Cirque du Solei?
Here’s my barometer for this kind of action: If someone were watching you, and you knew they were watching you, would you still do it? Like, if I was standing by the front of my car, and this guy opened his door and saw me standing there, would he still have dumped his old hot chocolate right next to my car door?
Well, maybe. If he were the same guy I saw at a drive up on Saturday.
Check it out:
Okay, if you’re going to drive a giant truck like that, you should either be a Draper Mom or be sort of tough, right? Just for starters.
But, beyond starters, if you’re going to have that hanging from the back of your truck, how absolutely tough do you have to be?
Let’s look closer:
Now granted, the driver of this truck did look a lot like Sam Elliot. Which is pretty tough.
But this was a Starbucks drive up. Would Sam Elliot ever be caught dead at a Starbucks? Isn’t Starbucks where the yuppies (yup, I was in line) hang out? I’m pretty sure Sam Elliot would never have those hanging from his truck, because, let’s be clear, he’s Sam Elliot dammit! But Sam Elliot probably gets his hot chocolate at the same cafe Dirty Harry got his hot chocolate. Not Starbucks. And no truck balls.