Each man has his own concept of manhood. A unique set of criteria that must be met before levelling up. Two days ago I brought home a fancy pump action soap dispenser and squeezed detergent from the unsightly plastic bottle into the new glass and chrome apparatus. That to some may be a blow to manhood. Not with this guy. Especially when coupled with recent events elsewhere in the house. I’m not talking about the memory foam pillow purchase last week. This ascension into the upper eschelon of men derives from a paint job.
The truck you see, the 1998 Chevy Cheyenne, is getting prepped for a milestone in my life. What could that be, you ask? Putting my name on my truck. Some people dream of their name in lights, or on a best seller list. I’d like to see it across the parking lot at home depot on my truck.
It never ceases to amaze me that you seem to be able to do whatever you want in the street.
Comment by Lyle_s — March 11, 2010 @ 11:09 am
You would be hauled yourself, if you attempted that in town.
Comment by poopies — March 12, 2010 @ 3:36 am
Not sure if my neighbors like it. I was a little surprised myself, yesterday, when I had that big truck double parked to charge the battery on the pick up. So that’s like 45 minutes double parked, truck running. I took that time to cut in with primer, so I’m standing on a ladder on the double yellow line painting away. Half a block from my house. I would have called myself an asshole had I been able to drive by. At the same time I was congratulating myself for time management.
Comment by Rolston — March 12, 2010 @ 9:40 am
My friend Pat who does bathroom remodeling gets a lot of business when he parks one of his trucks with the company name and phone number across the street from Home Depot all weekend.
Comment by Nate — March 13, 2010 @ 5:33 pm