There are days when I bear witness to little, otherwise forgettable things that make me love life more than any raise, ski trip, or World Cup game is capable of doing.
Item 1
Yesterday, my friend Joe took me with him to go pick up some video game I’d never hear of at the chain GameStop. While we were there so was a family of 3 shopping for some game the parents had promised the boy, I gathered. Judging by the boy’s obvious consternation and the frustration clearly worn on the parents’ faces, I sensed that the boy either wanted more than what the parents had promised or the parents were not keeping their word and the boy was calling them on it. Maybe they said he could have Madden ‘10 (highly unlikely with Madden ‘11 around the corner) and now they were only willing to shell out the clams for a beat-up copy of Madden ‘08, or something. Either way, this situation was getting pretty intense and smartly the mother decided to assess the situation aloud.
“We’re getting into a communication snowball.” A what? I thought after hearing the odd, nonsensical declaration.
“A communication snowball is happening.” She repeated, in case her husband missed it the first time.
Apparently, for this family, the phrase ‘communication snowball’ is the cue that signals what ever it is that’s going on right then is getting shut the f down. Because immediately, the family of 3 packed it in, no game in hand, and headed out.
On the way out of the store the plaintive father only had this to say on in his most puerile voice, “I hate it when we get into communication snowballs.”
Amazing. That’s all I can say.
Item 2
Simple eloquence is the best way to capture this particular tableux.
Man outside of office building wearing a suit, wearing a SMOKING GLOVE, smoking a cigarette.