Flashback: Thirty Days of Dougie (2013) – Day 10: Let Me Hold Something…

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Flashback: Thirty Days of Dougie (2013)
Day 9: The Triple Threat: Questions, Willie, Waylon & Me, & Candles

Way back in 2013, only eight years ago but it seems like a lifetime, I did one of many “Days of Dougie” blog series. But the thing is, I didn’t have this site yet and did them on my Facebook in the “Notes” section. And now that they’re showing up in my memories on Facebook, I think it’s time to share them one more time. So here you go. For the next thirty days or so, along with the current and new stuff I post on the site, we have some flashbacks as well. You’re welcome. Now, as I once heard said in the movie “Young Guns”, “Regulators, let’s move out!”. It was something to that effect anyhow. Let’s do this.

And we reach into the magic box and the topic for today is… “Let Me Hold Something”. The “Thirty Days of Dougie” continues…

Thirty Days of Dougie – Part 10: “Let Me Hold Something”
January 11, 2013

For some reason, those particular four words, which I hear all the time, get on my freakin’ nerves. What the hell is it supposed to mean? Whatever happened to “hello” or “how are you doing?”, or even “What’s up?”. How did our world (or at least the world in North Laurinburg) devolve into a place where “let me hold something” is a friendly and welcome form of greetings?

Maybe it’s a racial thing? I don’t know but I sure as hell don’t get it. I listen to the customers at the store where I work and it transcends both age and gender. Doesn’t matter if they’re young or old, male or female, or whatever… at least five to six times an hour, someone will come into the store and scream (they never just talk – always have to holler) “let me hold something” at one of their friends, family members or casual acquaintances that they just happen to see. I shouldn’t judge but it just seems to be so damn stupid to me. And funny too. Few things are more entertaining than watching a well-dressed, all prim and proper older woman, probably in her seventies, come into the store, acting all refined and dignified, and then all of a sudden, she’s hollering out “let me hold something”.

It also makes me a little uneasy when I see the young girls, with their boobs all hanging out and they’re trying to look like rap video models (when in truth, they look like poster-children for “Nasty Skanks R Us”) and they walk into the store, screaming and laughing and hollering and then they scream out those infamous words, “Let me hold something”. And the old men, who are a twisted and perverted bunch (not all, but some), come running. I know what they want those young hoochies to hold… lol Maybe that’s the whole idea.

The bottom line for me, and I think this would explain a lot of this, is that I think that we’ve become such an entitlement society, in no small part thanks to our wonderful President and his socialistic policies, that everyone expects to just be given everything. And if you see someone you know, they should give you something. Doesn’t matter if you earned it, work for it, or are a total scumbag. It’s all about what “the man” and “the world” owes these people and they have their greedy little hands out wanting anything and everything they can get. So when they see someone, they say those magic words and expect something for their efforts (or lack thereof). Can’t hurt to try, right?

Maybe I’m over-analyzing the whole deal. Maybe it’s just a term and expression of love or friendliness? Yeah, and I might be the Governor of California one day too (and I’ve never been to CA so that isn’t all that likely… lol) I just think it sounds stupid. And if I never hear those four words again (unless being used in a sexual manner of course), it’ll be way too soon.
\”Let me hold something?” Oy vey! Never freakin’ again!

And that’s it for now. I’m Doug and I’m gone. Later….


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