I know the perfect way to thank a Veteran for their service. But I don’t suggest you take my lead. It’s only perfect for me. Anyone who knows me knows it’s very fitting.
If you have one of those cars with the backup “beep beep” that goes off when there is something behind you, there is a reason for that. Because there is something behind you. And when it goes “beep beep” really really fast to the point where it’s a long continuous beeeeeeeepppp, then that means whatever is behind you is going down. In this case it was a flagpole. Believe me. I had fair warning. But who pays attention to that back up beeping thingy anyway?
It wasn’t funny. It really wasn’t. But when you have two 15 year old girls in the car laughing their asses off, it is. So, when I rang the doorbell to the house of the owner of this broken in half pole, with the flag sacrilegiously touching the ground, she opened the door to a laughing me. Hysterically laughing me. Like, cross my legs, I’m gonna pee, laughing me. But I didn’t really find it funny. Not really. At all.
Luckily, I know this woman. She’s really nice. But I don’t think she was too happy with me today. Can you blame her? I knocked down her beautiful flagpole. I friggin’ KNOCKED DOWN her flagpole. With my car. DH wasn’t too happy with me either. But he also wasn’t surprised. I can’t imagine why.
And Happy Memorial Day to everyone. Thank you to all the men and women who put their life on the line for our country.
And the next time my car beeps at me? I’ll stop and look. Maybe. Because last year I knocked down a mailbox in the same manner. I think I’ll just keep my car in the forward motion. I’m much better off. And so are all inanimate objects.