My pottery studio has “open studio” time on Sundays when students can come in to make-up a class or put in some extra time on a project. Since I missed my usual class on Saturday, I bounced into the studio yesterday to work.
One person there was part of the work-study program, where you work in the studio in exchange for wheel time and clay. He seemed somewhat new to the arrangement because he wasn’t entirely sure what he should be doing while we were working. So he talked. And talked.
The guy ran his mouth at an unprecedented pace, and everyone started making eye contact that seemed to say, “Who IS this guy?”
Here’s how he warmed up…
Dude: Some people say that form follows function and the shape of your pot is more important than the color of your pot, but the color IS the form, so it’s the most important piece.
Someone Else: I want some of what he’s smoking.
Dude: It sounds like exactly what I said!
Someone Else: Pure bullshit?
And for our glazing edification, he then took the conversation here:
Dude: I never like using the “Red Mamo” glaze. It’s unpredictable.
Someone Else: Really? I’ve had no problems with it.
Dude: Yes. The last time I glazed a piece with it, it came back looking like someone had ejaculated on it.
Stunned silence. I want to ask if he’s ever had a piece some back with a turd in it, because I can totally imagine someone taking a dump in his bowls if he always talks like this. But I refrain.
Dude: Let me tell you, you can’t even GIVE AWAY a bowl that looks like someone has ejaculated on it.
Studio Lead: No bodily fluid talk, please! From here on out, it’s only Animal, Vegetable or Mineral if you need to make a comparison.
And then the kicker, which I am not embellishing even a little bit:
Dude: I’m learning two words in every language.
Someone Else: Wow.
Dude: Yes. In Japanese I know XXX and YYY.
No one says anything because we don’t care.
Dude: The one is “hi” and the other one is “cow’s vagina.”
Everyone is smirking and trying to ignore him.
Dude: Because apparently in Japanese if you want to tell someone they are the bee’s knees, you tell them they’re the “cow’s vagina.”
I’m pretty sure he’s learning his words from Ron Burgundy.
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