Saturday, September 21, 2013

Fanny Packs

Today I spoke at an event here in Salt Lake.

I told a story about how, when I was eight, I thought fanny packs were actually fanny pats.

As in, I thought it was some portable cushion for bony rear ends.

At the end I discussed the fact that once I figured out that it was actually fanny pack, I came to love mine. Because it was the 80's and I was eight and fanny packs were cool. I actually said that.

Then, when the event was over, a dear woman stood up.

Wearing a fanny pack.

I'm not even kidding.

She is a refugee from Russia. Is it wrong for me to hope that the language barrier prevented her from being offended?

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