Stock boy: “Ever see Big Lebowski?”
Me: “Yes.”
SB: “You look like The Dude.”
Me: “You know, I get that a lot, actually.”
(Long pause)
SB: “I didn’t just offend you or anything, right?”
Me: “The Dude abides.”
SB: “You’re awesome, man.”
Stock boy: “Ever see Big Lebowski?”
Me: “Yes.”
SB: “You look like The Dude.”
Me: “You know, I get that a lot, actually.”
(Long pause)
SB: “I didn’t just offend you or anything, right?”
Me: “The Dude abides.”
SB: “You’re awesome, man.”
Waitress hands the kids each a bottle of root beer. They both immediately slug about half.
Me: “OK, OK, that’s enough for a bit. Let’s hold off until we’ve had some solid food.”
(One minute later)
Little Mist Thing, age 4: “Can I have root beer now?”
Me: “Not yet. Eat real food.”
LMT: “Now?”
Me: “That was one second. Not yet. Eat real food.”
LMT: “Now?”
Me: “Not yet. Eat real food.”
LMT: “I NEVER GET ROOT BEER ANYMORE.”
“There is a time in every man’s education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his toil bestowed on that plot of ground which is given to him to till. The power which resides in him is new in nature, and none but he knows what that is which he can do, nor does he know until he has tried.” ― Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self Reliance