At first glance, this photo appears to be documenting the moment when the Delta Airlines marketing team came up with that “We love to fly and it shows!” slogan back in the day, a phrase that subsequently and unintentionally caught on with a certain cannabis-favoring segment of the population. Sadly, the story behind this image is much darker, capturing a terrifying moment in history. At 2:32pm on a rather humid day, every single store in the hamlet of Hemington, England, ran out of deodorant at exactly the same time, and the citizens were forced to take emergency measures.
An hour later, in the nearby but much bigger hamlet of Nottingham, England, a brief conversation took place.
Vivian Thistle-Wraith, seated at a sidewalk table outside “The Bell End” pub located in the now-trendy meat-packing district, paused during the consumption of her bangers and mash, grease-dripping fork poised in mid-air, pinky extended. “Do you sense a tinge of malfeasance in the afternoon air?”
Her companion, Rigdon Clamsworth-Breechbirth did not pause in his consumption, as he never let a banger get away from his mouth if he could avoid such. “No worries, luv. Parliament is in session. I’m afraid we must endure this particular bouquet until they adjourn.”
Previously published in “Crusty Pie” and “Bonnywood Manor”. Revised and extended for this post.
Vivian: “It just seems so unfair that we should have to hold our noses until the next election.”
Ridgon: “Well, at least we aren’t in America. Those poor blokes have to deal with Agent Orange. Imagine the horror.”
Vivian: “True enough. Say, I think I need a bit of embellishment for this banger. Could you pass the mustard?”
Ridgon: “I believe someone already has.”
Categories: Past Imperfect