And they aren't just your run-of-the-mill house number stickers. No, these are gasoline-proof vinyl stickers with adhesive from beyond the grave, available from your local hobby shop. You know the place...they offer balsa wood wind-up airplanes, RC cars and planes, train sets, and plastic models. They also attract kids who need to get out more, and adults who rarely see other people on a regular basis - at least the store we visited exhibited those attributes. One adult patron had breath that followed him from aisle to aisle. Another seemed to be abnormally excited by RC Helicopters. After David went over to the wooden train table to play, a boy about his age started talking at him; not to him...at him. And he didn't stop. In fact, he started following David around the store talking at him. To his credit, David took it in stride and eventually the boy's father told him it was time to go. Then David asked me if it was time to go, which tells me he was ready to bolt. On the way to the cash register, we passed a teenager who was playing a video game of flying RC airplanes in an open field.
Umm...let me get this straight; he's playing a physically non-taxing video game that represents an almost equal physically non-taxing recreational pass time?
Did I miss a memo? If it were me, I'd probably be flying the plane in the field rather than standing motionless - thumbs excepted - in front of a flat screen looking at virtual grass. It reminds me of the cartoon I saw once where a tubby kid walks into a bike shop and asks, "Do you have that new Lance Armstrong video game?"
In the future I think I'll find my vinyl stickers on the Internet. Miss Bacon U-182 deserves better!
