Wednesday, May 25, 2005

 

The Definition of Slob

Yesterday I had a drink and peanuts with a colleague at the local cafe in my apartment building. After two drinks each and a bowlful of peanuts, I looked down and noticed my half of the tabelcloth was littered with nut shells and drink stains. My friend's side of the table was immaculate.

The New Jersey humorist Jean Shepherd used to have a Museum of Slob Art. I think I could have out myself in it as a living exhibit. A little like the real people who pretend to be basket weavers in Dr. Rageb's Pharaonic Village in Cairo, but only for unkemptness.

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