I love anything Mr. Burns spouts off on, “The Simpsons.”
“You there, fill it up with petroleum distillate, and re-vulcanize my tires, post-haste!”
“Crapulence.”
“I’d like to send this letter to the Prussian consulate in Siam by aeromail. Am I too late for the 4:30 autogyro?”
“No, Smithers, I’ve decided to bring in a few ringers. Professional baseballers. We’ll give them token jobs at the plant and have them play on our softball team. Honus Wagner, Cap Anson, Mordecai “Three Finger” Brown…”
“I’m afraid all those players have retired and… passed on. In fact, your right fielder has been dead for 130 years.”
Whenever someone asks me to do something that takes very little effort, or points out the obvious, I say “That’s not even a thought.” And after I do it: Well, that killed 29 seconds of my life.
Early '70s. Mom and I were looking for birthday gifts for my Mr. Know-it-all, type-A, my way or the highway dad. I found the perfect one. It was a chunk of rock with this carved on it…
Once I thought I was wrong
But I was mistaken
panache-
Panache (flamboyant confidence of style or manner) is another good word.
I had a great uncle George, who was a “rich” millionaire. We often visited him in Ca. He might say, “Where should we eat tonight?” Ten or eleven year old me might pipe up, “Let’s go to General Lee’s .” We didn’t have those kinds of places in Bellevue, Ne back then. My uncle’s response…
“Who died and made you boss?”
