News Item, The New York Times, September 12, 2006: Regarding Pope Benedict's visit to his hometown in Germany:
"Hans Peter Kammerer, a Bavarian police spokesman, said that at least 70,000 people attended the [Pope's] Mass. He said that 20,000 people drove there in private cars, following special parking rules and thus revealing more than a little of the nation's character....
'The rules we gave were followed so precisely that we had to tow only two cars - and those were because they weren't between the lines,' he said."
They weren't between the lines? Just two?
Granted, the Times rather reveled in a stereotype of a Germanic predeliction toward order and neatness ("...the [German] nation's character..." was the way reporter Ian Fisher delicately phrased it), but one could rationally argue that a certain general truth is being exhibited, correct? (You can just hear those eggshells cracking and splattering, the ones I am walking on, spilling out their albino albumen and all their gooey, mucous promise of fertility. [Hey, let me get a little Joycean on you in advance of our imminent trip to Ireland.] Speaking of breaking eggshells by trampling sensibilities, the Pontiff himself is apparently in need of some cracked-eggshell mending as a result of some Other Religion Observations he made on the same trip. I will leave that one for other emphemerists to comment on.)
Okay, fellow bloggers, writers, pundits, and members of The International Order of Underappreciated Ephemerists (IOUE), have at it:
Give The Laughorist some other examples, albeit stereotypical:
Americans: Not only don't park between the lines but have fierce arguments about whether to park to the LEFT of the lines or the RIGHT of the lines and debate what this means for the history of civilization.
Canadians: Set up goal posts between the lines to get in some street hockey, eh?
British: Sorry, I suppose you wouldn't mind if I park here now, would you? Sorry.
Italians: Fongul. I'll park where I want. Forget the lines.
Send 'em in.
Just for fun.