There is a current blight on restaurant establishments. I’m not sure what’s so difficult about filling a cup, but I’
ve encountered an endemic lack of drink lid etiquette. Or
lidiquette. There’s a series of escalating offenses, which I’ll enumerate with all the arraigning heat I can muster.
- Third Degree LD (Lidiquette Deficiency) – Also known as Negligent Pantslaughter. It entails the offender carelessly filling the drink, letting soda drip all over the sides so that there is no safe way to hold the cup. Studies show that the messier the cup, the less inclined the offender is to offer napkins to clean up their mess. It almost always results in a beverage-to-clothing transfer, which makes yours truly look like he soiled himself. It also assures an afternoon of sticky handshakes.
- Second Degree LD – The Overfill. Do not mistake a food worker’s inattentiveness for generosity. The only reason you received 44+ ounces is because Maggie Methhead was recounting her weekend exploits at the county jail to her coworkers. Said transgressors should probably be barred from drawing their children a bath. Without fail, cups filled to the brim overflow onto the lid after the drinking straw is employed, creating an unwelcome, carbonated reservoir susceptible to spills. And who doesn’t love the oh-so-graceful lid slurp?
- First Degree LD – The ISL (Improperly Secured Lid). The ISL is the gravest of all drink trespasses and warrants criminal lidigation. Cue laugh track. In all seriousness, nothing can get me fired up faster than a false gesture of security. In true psych! fashion, the ISL reveals its injurious nature approximately 0.5 seconds after the drink hand-off. The truly priceless moment occurs just after the cup's contents soak your crotch. The worker stares at you with an expression saying Whaa happened? like it was entirely your fault.
There are 3 words that make me cringe like no other. You’
ve all been there, sitting and enjoying a nice family dinner while watching Everybody Loves Raymond reruns, completely unaware of your immanent danger. And then you recognize a familiar whistling ditty and you think “No, not again. Not now!” Then those 3 words break into your home and pillage the innocence of your
Cleaveresque family unit.
Natural male enhancement. Record scratch. Is there anything more awkward? Nothing can kill a family time vibe like an ED prescription commercial. It’s hard enough for parents to explain to their kids where babies come from, let alone why Bob can’t keep from smiling. How many first dates meeting the parents have been ruined by the endless marketing for pecker pills? Fathers attempting to suppress the eagerness of their daughter’s date find their threats supplanted with a call for more libido. Is that really a pressing concern for humans in general? In rebuttal, I submit as Exhibit A the population of Calcutta. Do they have
NME (I can’t bring myself to type it again) in India? The numbers speak otherwise. And the longstanding incumbent Viagra apparently just
isn’t doing the trick anymore. It
doesn’t matter if it’s
Levitra,
Cialis,
Enzyte or Dr.
Weinerstein’s Wang Bang Juice. The sheer volume of pills attests to their obvious inefficacy. If they did work, half of America would walk around with carpet rolls stowed away in their pants, because men don’t know when to stop feeding their locker room insecurities. And it’s fitting, I suppose, that
priapism is a common side effect (if not the consequence of what I’m sure is frequent overdose). You want libido? You’
ve got it… for 24 hours. Have fun and avoid all casual and professional settings, as well as loose fitting clothing.
4 comments:
Wow. How could you not like BOB?? I had the ENZYTE jingle as my ring tone for a while. Every time my phone rang, people looked at me strangely! I Just smiled, like Bob. :)
I like to watch ED commercials about as much as I like to watch ads for feminine hygene products, or feminine itch relief cream.
I am going to have to agree with the other "commenter" ED commercials are embarrassing but nothing is as awkward as a feminine itch relief commercial.
But I am going to say that the most offensive is the EPT commercial where they simulate peeing on the pregnancy stick. That is definitely a kill joy.
Erik,
This stuff is too funny...I mean, I always knew you were funny...but I never knew you were THIS funny. I think it would be safe to say that had I been drinking anything while I've been reading this, it would have shot out of my nose and onto the screen multiple times. This stuff is gold!
i haven't laughed this hard since we laughed this hard about "Triple Lip" - the #1 bestseller combination beauty product ... good times!
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