I pride myself on observational humor.  See something odd, yammer on about it , refine the story a tad, and bang (!), there you have it.  Daily blog post packaged and ready to go.

Earlier today, I was not sure what I would write about.  Perhaps my disdain for the Macy’s television models (nah, they may be too perky and beautiful, but they are people, too, at least I think so).  Perhaps, how I masterfully mowed the lawn with exactly one tank of gas (nah, isn’t exactly riveting, more like boring, don’t I have toe nail trimming or something else more exciting to write about).  I didn’t have much to work with (just like my lawn mower’s gas tank).

That’s when I was greeted with a glimpse of the future that made me so proud.  Entering Target, my boys headed for the “Dollar Aisle.”  In quick order, my 12-year-old son Jacob eagerly called me over, “Dad, you’ve got to see this.” With glee, he held up a plastic see through bag labeled, “Private.” Then with a playful smile on his face, young Jacob drove the joke home, “Who would use a clear bag for something private?” Exactly!  Perfect, son.  Absolutely perfect.  My boy was just like me.

One dollar.  I guess you need to pay extra for the “deluxe” privacy bag.