Sticker Shock

The lengths we won’t go through to get a sticker.

Sometimes it’s like we’ve never left kindergarten.

I am referring to the large adhesive map of the United States that is plastered to the side of the motorhome. This apparatus has the outline of the Country, and you must fill it in with the various States that conveniently have their own shape and fit together like a jigsaw puzzle, but in this case, they are “Stickers.”

          And…… they come with all of the pomp and circumstance attached to them as any self-deserving sticker should.

Except…..

These stickers are for adults, or at least persons that can pass as adults if only because they have attained an age that qualifies them as so.

Otherwise, they should probably be classified as juveniles if only because of the way that they act when handed the next “Sticker” to be applied to the aforementioned adhesive map of the United States.

I am here to report to you that there was joy in the streets of Gratiot, Wisconsin last night. The townspeople all gathered ‘round as Miss Paula was handed the next “Sticker” to be applied to the ever-burgeoning map of the United States.

The crowd cheered as the ‘Sticker” was affixed in its very own position that was previously void of anything until we graced the State of Wisconsin with our presence, and therefore qualified for the “Sticker” to be taken out of the Secure Safe and placed in the trembling hands of Miss Paula. Any grammar-school teacher would have been proud of Paula’s concentration as she deftly placed Wisconsin in its once vacant place on the Map. As the cheering subsided, the phone rang in our Campground. It was the Governor calling to congratulate us on finally earning the right to “Stickify” the Map with his illustrious State.

We don’t know if the Governor of Hawaii will ever have the chance to make his call to us!