GlossI've always been fascinated by self-glossers.
You probably work with one of these guys. At almost every moment of a typical day, he's glossing himself. He glosses himself for what he used to do. He glosses himself for what he's allegedly doing. He even glosses himself for what he's about to do.
That's right-- the glosser even self-glosses a plan. He seeks congratulations for that which he has not yet done.
Over the years, I've met a few people of this species. They live in an entirely different world than the rest of us do, and because of that, I find them interesting.
A variation: people who use their cars to self-gloss. You know, the vanity plates that read "BAD AZZ" or "2KOOL". Seriously, who in their right mind is so dependent on self-gloss that they have to have it on their license plate?
Sitting at a traffic light today, I saw something that I had to photograph:
You may have a tough time reading that, but I'll help you. It says "Vice President: Self-Made All Stars." There's also a giant Mortal Kombat sticker by the gas tank that puts everything completely over the top.
The best part about this is that this guy is only the vice-president. This means that there must be another guy driving around town who is the President of the Self-Made All Stars.