So I was listening to the radio earlier in the car when I heard an ad for Holocaust Sports. The worst things flooded my brain, since I've been watching a documentary on American Nazis and what true peaches they are, and what a credit to their race. "Surely," said I, "the radio people haven't rented ad time to Nazi jocks." Still, the guy continued. "Come to Holocaust Sports, finest in sports equipment, blablabla." The longer I listened, the more my bewilderment turned to annoyance and anger. I was already composing my letter to the station's director in my head and making indignant and exasperated noises at the radio.
At the VERY end of the commercial, the announcer repeated the name, and only then did I realize that I'd been getting myself all in a huff over Paul Lacoste Sports.
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