I can’t stand when someone tries to Jedi mind trick me into thinking that something is not only acceptable, but actually preferable, by vouching for its relative coolness.

Recently a furniture delivery guy banged a new dresser into my foyer simultaneously scuffing the wall and the piece. As soon as he realized I saw him do it he blurted, “It’s cool, man. It’s cool.”

Actually no. The Fonz is cool. Bugs Bunny is cool. Mocking people who try to replace cool with a nonsensical stand-in word is cool. But breaking my stuff?  No. Sorry, Gigantor.  That is most certainly not cool.

We’ve all had someone drop a turd in our Zen Garden.  Laugh it up with these books or give the gift of off-beat humor to that special sarcastic someone.