POW! Blue One!

POW! Blue One! and then some perfect stranger will haul off and slug you in the shoulder because they saw a Volkswagen (not even Bug) and popped you one. I don't think there is a commercial that irritates me more.

When did this silly game start? Surely not during my childhood. My mother would have had a blue fit if we four siblings started hitting each other in fun. Bad enough that we hit each other NOT in fun.

And any mother of more than one child would turn the television off before inciting a riot amongst her children. Siblings don't need an invitation to open season on their little brothers because a certain car drove by.

When I was a child, the game while road tripping was to yell out the states if they weren't Washington or Idaho. Much nicer than beating each other up.

I bring all this up because on a recent road trip, Mechanic Man turned into a little brat, punching me every time a VW went by.

Pow! Black one!
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