I’d like to thank my friends who submitted photos of The Chairman as their entries for the Great Douchebag Contest. You may commence choking yourselves now.
Meanwhile, the above photo comes courtesy of Steve Quirk, taken while we were having lunch in the tony Clarendon neighborhood of Arlington. This is an excellent example of why you need quick reflexes and have your camera phone at the ready at all times if you want to win this contest.
Seersucker Boy isn’t a douchebag because he’s wearing a seersucker suit – he’s a douche for strutting like a peacock during the lunch hour, clicking his fingers with each step. The suave gentleman in the below photo, who looks like he jumped off the cover of a Jet magazine, can pull this look off. You, Mr. Douchebag Who Clicks While Walking, cannot.