I encountered a man yesterday as I was walking along a street. I wear a hat with ‘flair’, and it attracted him. He wanted to see my US flag one. As he admired it, he asked, “What’s that beneath your flag pin?”
“That’s my retired USAF pin.”
“Oh, you were in the Air Force.”
The Neurons jumped up with responses like, “No, I just like the pin.”
I beat The Neurons back and answered, “Yes, I was.”
I wondered what his Neurons were saying to him about his question. I imagine they were like Homer Simpson’s neurons, muttering, “That’s it, I’m out of here,” followed by footsteps and a slamming door.
Michael Seidel, writer 
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