Yesterday while driving Sarah and I passed a man walking a dog (it was either a husky or an Alaskan Malamute). “Wow, that’s a cool dog,” I said.
“Yea,” Sarah agreed, “It looks like a wolf.”
And then it hit me. “Wolves are cool, unless they’re on a t-shirt.”
In fact there are a lot of things that, by themselves, are beautiful. A soaring eagle. The American flag, flapping in the wind. A snow-covered mountain.
As majestic as those thing may be individually, if you put them on a t-shirt in any combination (especially a black t-shirt), you’re probably a chain-smoking Nascar fan from a trailer park in rural Indiana.
Am I wrong?