People seem to be pretty wowed and disgusted at the whole
poop knife thing. But if it's as common as all that, then maybe there's a market for them. I mean, you go to the local supermarket, hit the housewares section, and pick yourself up a PoopKnife
TM or three. Give them as gifts! Be the hit of the next bridal shower you go to.
Speaking of showers...
Jenn went to a baby shower this weekend, and since she's broke, guess who got to buy the gift.
This got me to thinking, and what I've arrived at is this:
Anything called a shower that doesn't involve bathing is a scam.
I mean, think about it. Starting with marriage, you've got your bridal shower, where you get the bride a gift. Then you've got the wedding proper, where you get... another gift. After that you've got your housewarming, where it requires the purchase of more gifts, then the baby shower (sometimes both pre-and-post-birth) - more gifts - and finally the baby gets born and you're supposed to get
more goddamn gifts.
Look at that! And I'm sure I'm missing some sort of fucking shower of some nature in there, but if you tally it up, that's a few more gift-requiring opportunities than is really necessary.
I think maybe I should have a shower the next time I buy any home electronics. Like have a Playstation 3 shower (when that comes out). Then people can come over and bring me gifts that I can use with my Playstation 3. And it won't even have to be my birthday! I almost wish I'd thought of this earlier, I'd have had a Game Boy Advance shower, and maybe a Brand New DVD Player shower, too.
Here's how it works in Travis World: You get married, you get a gift. You have a baby,
maybe you get a gift. It's your birthday? Here's a gift. Christmas? Gift-o-rama. But that's pretty much it. I'm all over the Spirit of Giving, and sure, sometimes there will be a fun little gift for no reason. But these planned scam attempts at gift retrieval known as "showers" are not on the "accepted reasons for getting gifts" list.
Anyone else having a shower is just getting a PoopKnife
TM.