YSaC, Vol. XXXVIII
2008 September 14
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camouflage hip waiters – $15
i have camouflage hip waiters size 11 mens, used once.
great buy only 15.00
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Exactly what it says on the tin.
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I was going to comment on the incongruousness of someone spelling “camouflage” correctly, and misspelling “waders” but then I realized that perhaps they are selling the services of hip, camouflage-bedecked waiters. For a hunting club’s dinner perhaps? I am significantly amused by that concept.
Or maybe, they’re hip waiters who blend into the background of hipness.
drmk:
That’s impossible. The hip don’t blend in. Anywhere. We’re so nonconformist, we don’t even conform with the concept of nonconformism. Except inasmuch as to not do so would cause conformity.
They were hipsters* before hipsters were hipsters?
* hipsters = shortened form of hip waiters
But do those ‘hips’ lie?
Anybody who has “size 11” anything is hip enough for me.
Of all the other things in this listing that could be boggling my mind, it’s the “size 11” that’s got me. I don’t know much about clothing, but i am a man, and i have bought clothes for myself. Once in a while, i even pay attention to the size tags. As far as i know, the only article of menswear sold in a size 11 is a shoe. Shirts, coats, hats, belts, pants — all are measured in inches or centimeters, or a vague S, M, L, X, XX… scheme. There must be many important dimensions to consider when selecting hip waders. I can’t imagine that shoe size is even in the top ten. Unless “11” is shorthand for XXXXXXXXXXXL…
Hip waders go over your feet; therefore the shoe size is, in fact, probably the most important size to consider when buying them.
Size 11 mens who can make their hips wait? Used only once? Sign me up! I mean, the one I have now only goes to 10, but these go to 11. And maybe the camouflage will wash off.
Nothing worse than a leaky waiter.
Hi, I’m Tyler, and I’ll be your waiter this evening at L’Auberge des Hipsters. Our special today is something of which you’ve likely never heard. In case you need anything, you won’t be able to find me because I’m camouflaged.
L’Auberge des Hipsters is my all-Acadian Gaither Vocal Band cover band. But you’ve probably never heard of us.
Welcome to Maison d’Hip, your waiter will be Peter. Peter, of 15 Derbyshire NW, Dorsett, cannot be seen. Bon Appetite!
Waiter! There’s a — Waiter? Waiter!! Darn it, where did that hip fellow go? Come to think of it, I can’t see any of the wait staff. Guess I won’t have to leave a tip.
*WHOOSH*
How may I help you, madam?
You’ve perfectly described a restaurant to which I once took my father. Memo to self: Do not try new restaurants on Dad’s birthday.
I can’t imagine anyone wearing camouflage looking hip, but what do I know?
This posting made me laugh for 3 whole minutes!
At least they’re not selling baristas. I can’t get one leg in there, let alone my entire lower half.
And the smell? Don’t get me started.
I’m pretty sure I can’t afford to eat at a place that camouflages it’s hip waiters. And what does one wear to a place like that?
Jeeves! My pimp hat!
My indie hip waiters are really underground and camouflage. But you’ve probably never seen them before.
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