Holy Shit! It’s DOUG! No wayyyy maaaaan…

So Doug is a pal of mine.  My wife Anne works for his company.  His wife Penne consults (read: “nags”) on my feeble attempts at social networking and blogging and such.  Our boys play sports together, and so on and so on.

Yesterday I’m rolling home from a park outing with my 3 kids when my ten year old Evan, who it should be noted generally has trouble finding his ass with both hands, looks out the car window and says “Dad!  Dad!  Look!  It’s Doug!  It’s DOUG!”

Sure enough, there’s ol’ baldy going about his business, driving along in his pickup truck as if he had been placed in our path SPECIFICALLY for my kid’s enjoyment.

Speed up, Dad!  Speed up!! yells Lily the seven year old.

Dad!  It’s DOUG!”, says Jo Jo the five year old, as if to eliminate any possible confusion about who was in said pick up truck.

All of a sudden, it’s like I’m riding with the damn Cheech and Chong radio show. 

Everyone’s saying the same exact thing over and over and over again in complete and TOTAL stoner type disbelief that….what?  I dunno. 

That Doug leaves his house, maybe? 

That Doug knows how to drive? 

That Doug exists in the greater universe outside of his back patio and our kid’s baseball games?

And as I’m weaving through traffic like some hell-bent Mario Andretti to road-wave a guy who we probably see every other week, a little light bulb goes on in my head.

When I come home from work on a daily basis, I’m power-ball style lucky if I even get a NOD from my damn kids. 

No, “Hi Dad, how was your day?” 

No, “Gee, Dad, thanks for working for the man so we can, you know, eat and wear clothes and fun shit like that.” 

Nothing. 

Nada.  Zip. Zilch.

And then, there’s my friend DOUG, who apparently is some combination of the second coming of Santa Claus, Jesus Christ, John Friggin’ Elway and Hannah Montana all rolled into one!

You know what I say to all this?

Screw you, DOUG

Next time my kids need something like…..I dunno….food…or clothes…or money or whatever….I’m going to show ‘em the above picture of DOUG and tell them to go track his ass down to see if he can fulfill their never-ending requests.

Just because I’m bitter and insecure, doesn’t mean I’m stupid.

Fuckin’ Doug…….

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  • Aunt Buddy wrote:

    ONCE AGAIN YOU MAKE ME LAUGHWHEN WILL THE BOOK BE READY(:>) SENT YOUR SITE TO DAN’S SON KRIS. HE JUST GOT A FALL INTERNSHIP AT MTV. HE IS THRILLED.

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