Alright, so let’s talk about this Duck Dynasty teacup thing. It wasn’t exactly a planned project, more like something that just… happened the other day.
I was digging around in that secondhand shop down on Miller Street, you know the one, place smells like old books and mothballs. Wasn’t looking for anything specific, just killing time. And there it was, tucked behind a stack of chipped plates. A teacup. With one of those Duck Dynasty guys’ faces on it, beard and all. Si Robertson, I think? The kinda goofy looking one.
First reaction? Honestly, I just sorta chuckled. Remember that show? Feels like a lifetime ago. Never was a huge fan, but you couldn’t escape it for a while there. Seeing that face staring up from a delicate little teacup was just… weird. Contradictory, you know? So, naturally, I had to buy it. Cost me a whole dollar fifty.
What I Did With It
Got it home, gave it a good wash. Thing felt kinda flimsy, honestly. Definitely not fine china, haha. I figured, okay, let’s give it a go. Made myself some Earl Grey, poured it in. Felt ridiculous drinking tea out of Si Robertson’s face.
- Tried holding it properly, pinky out and all. Looked dumb.
- Tried just holding it like a regular mug. Still felt weird.
- The handle was kinda small for my fingers.
It just wasn’t a practical teacup. It was a novelty thing, pure and simple. Sat there looking at it, this oddball cup. And it got me thinking, you know?
It reminded me of this job I had a few years back. Not the job itself, that was mostly fine, but the ‘corporate culture’ stuff they tried so hard to push. Remember those mandatory “fun days”? We had one where we had to build rafts out of cardboard boxes and plastic wrap, supposed to be about teamwork. In the parking lot. In July. It was boiling hot, everyone was miserable, and the rafts just fell apart instantly. Management called it a roaring success. It felt just as mismatched and pointless as drinking tea from a novelty Duck Dynasty cup. Trying to force something that just doesn’t fit, you know? Like putting a duck call sticker on a fancy teapot. Just awkward.
Anyway, back to the cup. Tried using it for coffee the next day. Still felt weird. Then I thought about putting pens in it, but the opening’s a bit narrow.
So now? It’s sitting on the shelf in my workshop. Doesn’t really do anything. It’s just there. A reminder of weird TV shows, secondhand store finds, and maybe those goofy corporate raft-building days. It’s just one of those things, a silly bit of ceramic that makes you shake your head and smile a little. That’s the whole story. No big project, just a weird cup and some thoughts it kicked loose.
