A Man Sees What He Wants to See

Driving down a narrow, rural highway seventy miles west of Washington, D.C., I slow for the tiny Virginia town I’m passing through. A banner on the side of a commercial building proclaims “WE’RE FASTING TODAY.” How interesting. I will be fasting with my LDS Ward the next day. Is there a special need this community is rallying around. Is a town fast a recurring thing?

The seconds it takes to think about all that brings the car closer to the banner, and I glance at it again. The F is actually a T, and WE’RE is actually WINE. WINE TASTING TODAY. Oh. That makes more sense. Too bad.