This afternoon I had one of those cultural literacy moments that made me smile real big, and then wonder about the tons of people who miss a great little play on words because they just don’t know. Makes me sad in a way, but then, the snarky part of me kind of relishes the “power” of knowledge and mocks the unknowing masses who trudge through life with that blank look that screams “I don’t get it.”
I admit that I am an intellectual snob. What are you gonna do about it?
So what prompted this rumination? Well, the folks across the street are gutting their house. Gladys Kravitz can probably tell you their life story, but I don’t really talk with them beyond the usual neighborly pleasantries. Basically, my job in that relationship is to keep the demon dog from eating their toddler.
Anyway, as I was saying, their house looks like it’s being gutted. There’s been a van parked in their driveway with some construction name on the side–who reads that stuff? Well, I read stuff. I can’t help it. It’s like an occupational compulsion. I got a good view of the van today because it was parked along the front of the house, and I nearly hit my own mailbox from laughing out loud (there really should be some convenient shorthand for conveying that thought).
What’s the company name and tagline? I thought you’d never ask:
PONTIFF CONSTRUCTION
Quality service you can have faith in.
Never mind that the phrase ends in a preposition Do you think they are Catholic? Do you think anybody else knows? Wouldn’t it be even funnier if they aren’t and I just have too much time on my hands?
I prefer to think the world is peopled with all kinds of clever folks.
