If you're not in the U.S., you may not know about Memorial Day that we just celebrated yesterday. I hate to say "celebrated". It's really a day of remembrance for all of the soldiers who lost their lives while serving in our military over the centuries. There are typically moving events in most regions of the Country to commemorate the day. Then there's the "other" Memorial Day: A three day weekend of this: Soldiers died... so people could add "started drinking at 10 am" to their normal "texting and driving" repertoire.
Soldiers died... so people could eat their body weight in grilled meat.
Soldiers died... so thousands of people could all decide that Friday at 4 pm was the perfect time to take the five hour drive to the beach that's 45 minutes away.
Soldiers died... so beer guzzlers could become fireworks experts.
Soldiers died... so thousands of people could all decide that Monday at 4 pm was the perfect time to take the five hour drive home from the beach that's 45 minutes away.
Soldiers died... so thousands of others could do a three day walk-a-thon, schlepping their luggage through rope lines at the airport.
And last but very least:
Soldiers died... so I could get my bras "buy one get one free." And when they're on back order, the bra company graciously sends me a postcard...a postcard... stating: "Your 34D bra is on its way!"
Very last but even more least...
Soldiers died... so my mailman could know my bra size. It may have been Memorial Day weekend, but there you go, buddy. There's your Christmas tip.