The Best of Intentions

Yesterday we went shopping. On one of the endcaps were beach towels on sale, a large stack of them were of the American flag. I looked over at Hubby and said, "There's just something wrong about that." Knowing me as well as he does, I didn't have to explain it. He just nodded with a slight smile and said "yeah". The reference went right over a nearby gentleman though, who got his huff on:

"There's nothing EVER wrong about the American flag!"

Me: "To wipe your wet butt on?"

He drew in his breath to continue on his soapbox, then halted. The mental connection must have clicked as the wind went right out of his sails.

I'm sure the product was made with the best intentions and all, but perhaps they didn't think it through. Maybe that's why they were on sale.