Today I saw a commercial delivery van that made me pause in wonderment at the strange worlds that must lie beyond my mundane routine.
It had the company name, a descriptive phrase, and phone number, and featured eye-catching color illustration on both sides of the van. Clearly it was a dedicated delivery vehicle for this purpose.
The <name of firm> Cheerleader Patch Delivery Team.
I goggled.
I’m not from the Cheerleader culture, although I have seen their artifacts in museums and on the walls of TGI Fridays. But I wonder if there’s enough business to support this service . Do you suppose that somewhere a cheer squad is fretfully waiting for new badges to sew onto their uniforms, and finally the coach snaps, and flips open razor-thin pink cell phone, and snarls, “Screw UPS! I’m calling for delivery.”
Suddenly the Cheerleader Patch Delivery Team swings into action!
I mean, honestly, wouldn’t these things usually be shipped? WHat’s the emergency?
And then it hit me.
Perhaps I am misinterpreting the term “Cheerleader Patch”. Maybe this service is for adult men – men of means, able to afford premium service – who are having just a little trouble kicking the Cheerleader habit, and just need something to tide them over until kickoff time?
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