Johnny Bravo

Why do some people, guys especially, think that they are just SOOOO cool???

Yesterday, I'm working at my desk and this student walks in. The other secretary and I are courteous to him and start making small talk, asking him how he's liking BYU and all that. Well, we made the mistake of asking him where he's from...California. Hollywood to be exact. Who knew that that question would open the flood gates to an hour long conversation about how cool he was.

He proceeded to tell us about the type of car he drove, the awesome parties he attended, the celebs he rubbed shoulders with, and how wealthy his family was. The entire time he's referring to California as Cali, which leads me to believe that Señor Douche Bag is a California transplant, not a native as he was attempting to portray.

Side Note: A couple entries from Urban Dictionary

Cali

1. ANNOYING word that people who don't live in California use when talking about California and think they are cool saying it 2. A name that non-native Californian's use when referring to California and trying to seem like a real Californian. Typical of an East coaster 3. A word for California used by no one who has ever lived in California. Use "Cali" and you will immediately sound like a hick. 4. A girl who is very beautiful, with brains to match. She has lots of friends, most of whom are guys, and she loves to laugh. She is very ticklish and has lots of passion for things she enjoys. She enjoys being hugged and kissed.

(And for the record, that 4th entry really was listed on Urban Dictionary. I didn't make it up!!!)


So as Cali Boy is rambling on about ghost ridin' the whip, I start thinking about all the other narcissistic guys I've come across in my life that think they are numero uno. Others that fall into this category include alarm company sales reps, club promoters, amateur MMA fighters, guys from Jersey, collar poppers, wannabe rappers, chauvinists, ...the list goes on and on.

Moral of the story is, if you're ever cornered by one of these Joe Cool type, class A d-bags, tell him that Gold 'N' Glow is having a $1 per tan happy hour. If executed correctly, this move should send the Ed Hardy wearing pursuant reaching for his lotion bottle, giving you a chance to break free from his greasy clench!

RUN!!!!!!