I am sure that we in our past or recently are driving through a sub
division in suburbia and all the houses are tastefully painted, yards
immaculately manicured...except for one house and guess what you see in
the yard......
I had seen a picture of one and it caught my eye...so I figured I would do a bit of research on the universal symbol of tackiness and humor.
A flamingo-friendly trend was the sameness of post-World War II construction. Units in new subdivisions sometimes looked virtually identical. “You had to mark your house somehow,” Featherstone says. “A woman could pick up a flamingo at the store and come home with a piece of tropical elegance under her arm to change her humdrum house.” Also, “people just thought it was pretty,” adds Featherstone’s wife, Nancy.
That soon changed. Twenty-somethings of the Woodstock era romanticized nature and scorned plastics (à la The Graduate). Cast in flaming pink polyethylene, the flamingo became an emblem of what Nancy delicately calls the “T-word”—tackiness. Sears eventually dropped the tchotchkes from its catalog.
But then, phoenixlike, the flamingo rose from its ashes (or rather, from its pool of molten plastic: As demonstrated at the finale of Waters’ film, flamingos don’t burn, they melt). As early as the 1960s, pop artists including Andy Warhol and Claes Oldenburg had begun elevating the low brow and embracing mass culture. And then, of course,
By the mid-1980s, the flamingos were transitioning from a working-class accessory to an elaborate upper-class inside joke. They furnished colorful substitutes for croquet wickets and clever themes for charity galas. The bird became a sort of plastic punch line, and, at worst, a way of hinting at one’s own good taste by reveling in the bad taste of others.
Back in the 1980's before I joined the U.S. Army, I was a driver with Domino's Pizza and those were the days of "30 minutes or free." Well some people would not answer the door forcing the driver to leave, go to a gas station, find a pay phone...You know, One of these...This was the time before cell phones.
and call the number on the ticket that was on the box. The scamming bottom feeding, non tipping
customer would immediately trumpet "The Pizza is Free..ain't it?"
Well I got burned the first time by this and it did piss me off, to me
it was dishonorable. Now if the pizza was late due to stuff that was
beyond control, traffic, accident, weather and so on...I had no problem
giving the pizza away. We were not penalized for it.
What I would do is before I left after I had confirmed the address,
I would flip the floormat upside down and memorize something
distinctive about the yard, what kind of cars they had and so forth.
Then head to the payphone and call the customer. After I became a
trainer for the new drivers I would use this as an example when they
would ask me "what do I do when the customer don't come to the door?" I
would tell what I would do with the floormat in front of the door then
head to the phone at the gas station. I would tell the driver trainee
"I would call the customer, and after confirming the address, you live
at 720 maple drive, Yes I know the pizza is past 30 minutes...I do have a
question for you if you please...Do you have the rusty camaro on
cinderblocks in your front yard surrounded by pink flamingo's?.....If
you please, go to your front door, and you will see that your floormat
is upside down. The pizza was on time and the total will be $12.34
cents. I will be there in a few minutes.." I would also tell the trainee that if they try to hustle the driver, you ain't going to get a tip either, it was just how it rolled." I would use this as an
example so the flamingo's were a regular feature of tackiness that I use.
I also used a Fake "Flamingo" as a prank on my Brother and Sister in Law when we went to Florida, you can read about it on the Link
This is the picture that started this strange post...
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