Wit
A Brief Tour of Everyday Moments When Your Brain Abandons You in Public
Human beings have accomplished extraordinary things; we built skyscrapers, landed on the moon, split the atom, and created tiny computers capable of accessing nearly the entire accumulated knowledge of civilization from our pockets. Yet, a waiter can say, “Enjoy your meal,” and a fully functioning adult will confidently respond, “You too!” And just like that, 200,000 years of human evolution goes straight down the toilet.
By The Pompous Post2 months ago in Humor
Self-Checkout Is Just Unpaid Employment
There was a time when grocery shopping was beautifully uncomplicated. You grabbed your groceries, rolled your cart to the front of the store, exchanged a few pleasant words with the cashier, and someone, an actual employee, bagged everything while you wondered whether you'd remembered to buy ketchup. Life was good.
By The Pompous Post2 months ago in Humor
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So, they sat around a table with condensation on it, smoking and joking. The laughter ricocheted off the walls and sounded like bursts from trumpets. Their shirts remained damp; they toweled off from the blazing heat. It didn’t matter. The sweat congregated at their temples, their foreheads, their armpits. The smell of liquor permeated the air and almost made it hotter.
By Sky Saunders2 months ago in Humor
I Don’t Trust Anyone Who Answers the Phone Anymore...
There was a time, long ago, in a gentler and more naïve civilization, when the sound of a ringing phone meant something simple. It meant someone wanted to talk to you. That time is dead… Murdered. Buried beneath an avalanche of robocalls, extended warranties, suspicious silences, heavy breathing, and one deeply committed individual who keeps asking if you’ve considered switching to solar power, even though you live in a forest yurt, and haven’t seen the sun since 2009.
By The Pompous Post2 months ago in Humor
I Audited My Own Thoughts and Found Most of Them Unnecessary...
In the interest of self-improvement, clarity, and whatever passes for accountability these days, we at The Pompous Post decided to conduct a full internal audit. Not of finances, nor productivity… nor of anything useful, but that’s beside the point. We decided to audit our thoughts! Well, one of us did; the other just read it and laughed.
By The Pompous Post3 months ago in Humor
THE SILENT TRAGEDY OF MEN IN THEIR 40s & 50s WHO SAY “NOICE”...
I. A NATION IN PERIL (AND WE DIDN’T EVEN NOTICE….) Across America, in living rooms decorated with mismatched throw pillows and half-assembled IKEA furniture, something tragic is unfolding. Something subtle. Something insidious. Something… deeply disturbing and quite frankly, unnecessary.
By The Pompous Post3 months ago in Humor
WHY AMERICANS LOVE SPORTS...
As fall blankets the nation with golden leaves and the vague smell of pumpkin-spiced remorse, millions of Americans perform an annual ritual so deeply ingrained in the cultural DNA, that scientists are now classifying it as a seasonal neurological event.
By The Pompous Post3 months ago in Humor
