Friday, August 14, 2009
Nobody's perfect. For example, my father stole some of these pint mugs from a bar in the 1970s. It serves as one of the cosmos' great coincidences that he was able to reconcile himself to his imperfection by drinking a beer out of the very mug that he stole.
Life is like that. Sometimes what gets you down can also cheer you up a little. Whatever giant blunder you've made in the past, you might someday work up the courage to laugh a bit about.
So remember, a mug is just a mug, but a mug with baggage is worth something. I recommend stealing pint glasses from bars, particularly this mug variety because they last a lot longer.