The man in the RV next door to ours here in the RV park asked if me if we wanted to go to the navel museum over in Pensacola.
I didn’t have to think about this. I knew the answer and I didn’t “beat around the bush” and said flatly… “No”.
He apparently thought the answer would be yes or more likely that some polite and thoughtful consideration would be given to an excuse. And he looked a bit confused and bewildered by the voracity of my “no”.
So, being the considerate person that I am I explained, “I am 70 years old. I have a navel. It is gross. Museums are the repository of very old things. If I want to see an old navel all I have to do is look at my own.”
“I would be interested in going, IF they had a ball of navel lint”, I said.
“I’ve always thought that navel lint would be source of renewable energy, because it is everywhere and according to my experiments it burns well.”
“So navel lint balls would interest me, but not the navels themselves.”
Our RV neighbor, had no response and seemed even more confused. He walked back to his RV.
We didn’t go to the navel museum and apparently they didn’t either. Instead they went and to a museum of old boats.
After that we only waved at our neighbors for the next few days that we were in the RV park.
(As an aside, I will be writing an article shortly on my many experiments on navel lint. I will have pictures of the many samples I have harvested over the last many months and maybe a video of the exuberant fires that they create when burned. More on this later.)
©David L Arment
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