More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have “lost”. What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is, is clearly a man to be reckoned with.
Hence a phrase that has passed into hitchhiking slang, as in “Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There’s a frood who really knows where his towel is.” (Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with; hoopy: really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy.)” —The HitchHiker’s Guide to the Galaxy (via unfortuitously)
That’s an interesting one. I always get told that I look so when I don’t feel that way. (And never when I do, though I’m probably hiding in a hole at that point.) Perhaps this is just my shocking lack of social skills, but I don’t quite understand it. That’s also a very nice word. Satisfying as it comes out the mouth.
I would like to be able to do this to things. I think it would suppliment my fire-starter tendencies. As well as, y’know, being pretty damn awesome.