There is a pretty regular volley of abuse between me and PJ. He makes fun of me for being a milquetoast suburbanite with a terrible sense of social cues, and I make fun of him for being an immature, disorganized mess with terrible taste in music.
The whole thing was getting a little exhausting, so I came up with an idea – The Mean Jar.
The way it worked was every time one of us was unnecessarily mean (and that means overtly abusive, wryly sarcastic, even in drawn form, which happens more than you’d think) the mean one would have to put 50 cents in The Mean Jar.
Our colleague Chris Neary would be the meanness referee, which was a benevolent act, seeing as we often contested his rulings.Once we reached 20 bucks, we were going to go out to lunch with our Mean Jar earnings.
Unfortunately, it was really only effective for about a week. PJ quickly began to see it as an excuse or even a provocation to be mean, dropping a dollar in to belt out a couple of epithets here and there. It wasn’t long before The Mean Jar experiment ended unceremoniously.