One of the weirdest aspects of our trip to this part of the world so far is people’s apparent fascination with a particular body part.
We’ve seen caravans of cars with flags that, from what I could tell in passing, looked to be RUMP. We’ve seen signs in people’s yards advertising RUMP. Here on the island, we’ve seen RUMP written in giant letters in the sand on more than one occasion. And twice we’ve seen a boat motoring along parallel to the beach with a RUMP flag.
At first I thought perhaps this was some sort of off-the-wall advertising campaign for a cheap cut of beef by one of the grocery store chains. But that didn’t make any sense without any store names. Then I thought perhaps I was misreading the word – I have been wearing glasses since fifth grade, after all – and that everyone was excited about rum, which got me all stirred up because that is a beverage with which I have more than a passing familiarity, but, no, there was definitely a P involved.
Incredulously, I came to the conclusion that people are just bizarrely announcing their preference for a body part, but why we haven’t seen any BUTT signs or BUM flags, much less any other advertising for BOOBS or ELBOWS or even KNEES, is a mystery to me. But it does seem awfully rude to me that you’re allowed to display such affection for body parts in the first place.
Fortunately, these signs seem to be slowly disappearing, which gives me hope that most people will get over their curious fixation with asses.
I hate to tell you, Tim, but these are signs posted by worshipers of species of an insidious pest that is, interestingly, not native to Florida. This pest has not been seen recently but the cult members are apparently awaiting its second coming.