Frau Foxtrot, who just asked me what my string cheese was (have you ever tried to explain the concept of string cheese to a foreigner? It's more difficult than it sounds.) has become quite a good friend of mine. So much so that I agreed to go to a Speed Dating night with her if we can ever find a place that caters to a 24 year old and a 40 year old (I'm secretly hoping no such place exists). So I was not surprised when she came to me this morning and said she had a question for me, a "private question".
"I was at a meeing last night and they began the meeting by all standing up and pledging alleigence to your flag."
"Not my flag, but okay."
"What do you mean, not your flag?"
"Okay, yes, I guess it is my flag."
"And they all knew the words. I think it is something you learn in kindergarten? Do you think you could write down the words for me?"
"You want to pledge alliegence to our flag?"
"Well, it is very nice, with the hands over the heart, you know."
So I said that of course, when I had a minute I would write down the words to the Pledge of Alliegence because of course I know the words to the Pledge of Alliegence. I started typing in an email:
I pledge alliegence to the Flag
of the United States of America
and to the Republic for which it stands
one nation, under God
[...]
[...]
and to the Republic for which it stands
the maker of heaven and earth
who proceeds from the Father and Son;
with the Father and Son He is glorified
He will come again in glory to judge the living
And the life of the dead will have no end
With liberty and justice for All.
Amen.
What the hell?
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Isn't there a "from sea to shining sea" in there somewhere?
Hey Beta, did your new husband ever tell you about Richard Stands? Well? Did he, hmmmm?
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