Thursday, May 24, 2012

The Pen Thief

Tania has been stealing stuff. I never really noticed it before. And actually I don’t know the full extent of it. Like, is this a problem? I don’t think it is, but maybe it’s the start of something bigger? For instance, she steals pens from restaurants. The waiter leaves a pen to sign the bill, Tania keeps the pen. She doesn’t do it that often—as far as I know anyway—only if the restaurant is noteworthy. And in such cases it’s not difficult to justify keeping a crappy little ballpoint pen when you just dropped $600 on a meal and left a generous tip. We’re not in the “one percent,” so eating at these restaurants is essentially a once in a lifetime opportunity and, thus, who can fault us for wanting to take home a little keepsake by which to remember the experience? I don’t really even see the harm in taking home a plate, or some silverware. Like a knife. I should start stealing knives. If they try and get it back, I’ll give it back to them, alright: STAB! STAB! STAB! “Stay back! We left more than 20%! The knife is coming with us!”

“We should frame these,” I said after arranging them on the counter. Except there’s only three right now that are worth framing. Maybe four. That’s not enough in my opinion. It’s not impressive. Yet. So I’m encouraging my wife to steal more pens. 

One of these is not like the others. Yeah, well, we love Nepenthe in Big Sur (the green one). We’re practically locals. As for the other three, the Joel Robuchon L’Atelier pen is hands down the finest of the group. Tania describes it as “wonderfully thin.” And that’s not the only thing she uses that description for.
Tania wants these in the pen frame too, but I said, "First of all they're not pens. Second of all, you didn't steal them. They gave them to us." If we ever get back into the French Laundry, though, I'm going to help her steal the fuck out of a pen. Actually, fuck a pen, I'm going to kidnap Keller himself and make him poach eggs for us all day.

Tania also steals rolls of plastic bags from the produce section in the grocery store. They fit perfectly in our countertop garbage bowl. Yes, we have a garbage bowl. No, it is not a Rachel Ray signature garbage bowl. It’s just a bowl that we’ve designated as the garbage bowl, but the idea, I’m embarrassed to admit, did indeed come from that mashed potato titted raspy voiced slag. For the record, we’ve never made a single recipe of hers, not even the hotdog scramble watermelon enchiladas. Dumb cunt. But thank you for the garbage bowl idea. We’re saving up to buy a “real one.”

When we saw this at Target we marveled at not only that someone thought it was a good idea, and that they thought people were stupid enough to buy it, but that they made it look like garbage. Shouldn’t the garbage bowl look kind of, I don’t know, nice? Instead of like its contents? Or is the Vegas casino carpet strategy being employed here: barf camouflage?
The pen thing I’m down with. I think it’s funny. And, as I said, I want to frame them. Which is, admittedly, a strange crafter/Martha Stewart idea. And kinda trashy. “We ate at some motherfuckin’ rich-ass restaurants, dude!” It’s kind of like bragging about how expensive your sunglasses are. (That’s a Real Housewives reference, incidentally—if we’re going to talk about the perversion of good taste, we might as well invoke sophistication’s greatest enemies.) But the bag thing is borderline crime. Which of course means prison, and then Tania will turn into a chola, and then a dyke, and she’ll get weird gang tattoos on her face and a nickname like “Spooky.”

“They give those bags away for free,” Tania said when I confronted her about it. “How is that stealing? I can stand in any grocery store unrolling all of their bags and taking them so long as I buy some produce. Done. Mine.”

Fine. Whatever Spooky.

3 comments:

gbrl said...

what would tania's chola name be?

Unknown said...

And then we started calling her spooky. I dunno.

The other Dave said...

They should make matching garbage plates, garbage cups and garbage placemats... maybe even a garbage pen for Tania to steal.