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Day 59 – Fleas, Douchebags

December 8, 2010

Location: Buenos Aires, Argentina

Date: Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Today a group of us were supposed to get up early and go to Tigre, a riverside community just outside Buenos Aires. Alas, through a series of unfortunate incidents, we never got off the ground.

Instead, Marie and I spent the day failing to buy ferry tickets to Uruguay. This involved a lot of walking around and not finding the ferry ticket office, then finding the ticket office but it not being open.

To console ourselves, we pounded ice cream at Fredo’s (an Argentine heladeria), walked through the Pacifico Mall trying to make the hot summer day feel like Christmas, had steaks for dinner, and finally had coffee and dessert at a street side café.

 

 

 

 

Roadside, drinking coffee and nibbling at a mediocre imitation of apple crisp, we accomplished something. Jamil, Andre, and I explained to our French compatriot Marie the nature of a “douchebag.” (Though “douche” is a French word, the American slang hasn’t made its way across the pond.)

The consensus: a douchebag is someone who thinks the world revolves around them, believes that everyone envies them, and is unaware that, in reality, most people despise them. Though we could not prove it, we agreed that douchebags are all male. Douchebaggery (our term) does not discriminate amongst the classes, meaning a douche can range from trailer trash to trust fund babies. Examples included: the guy driving that Audi who cut you off because he’s chatting on his Bluetooth with his broker; the frat boy stumbling through your neighborhood at 1 a.m. with a beer, hooting at his friends (who, more than likely, are also douchebags); the twenty-something who peels out at the green light in his lowered, neon-lit, poorly-mufflered rice rocket. This isn’t to say all i-bankers, frat boys, and rice racers are all douchebags, it just seems that way.

This also led us to the realization that douchebags can be jerks, jerks can be jackasses, but jackasses can never douchebags. Really, this made sense. Perhaps if you could see our Venn diagrams.

In the end, we just bought boat tickets online. Tickets: purchased. Douchebags: defined. All in all, a most productive travel day.

Someday, we’ll make it to Tigre.

GALLERY: No bonus pics today.

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. January 3, 2011 10:23 pm

    Good for you – at least you gave it the old college try!!

    Next time you visit, I’ll break out the old Kodachromes and show you El Tigre!

  2. Doug permalink
    January 4, 2011 1:13 am

    All bros are douchebags, but not all douchebags are bros.

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