Yesterday was the 5th anniversary of the September 11th World Trade Center disaster. I had already eaten lunch at a diner in town named “Liberty Diner” with a Statue of Liberty and New York centric theme. I didn’t really think anything about it. Later that evening I was with my girlfriend and her daughter and we wanted to grab a quick bite to eat - they chose Liberty Diner. Still, nobody noticed the irony of it.
While waiting for the food to arrive, I was playing with the American flag placemat in front of me. I folded it lengthwise down the center and then started folding each of the top corners in toward center.
I stopped cold.
“What the hell am I doing?”
My girlfriend and her daughter just looked at me wondering what I was talking about. We always joke around at the table but this statement was out of the blue.
I pointed down to the half-built paper airplane I was planning to throw across the table - and quickly crumpled it into an unrecognizable wad of paper.
Folded flags are exactly why that place is called the Liberty Diner.
You need a bad joke to lighten up the mood…
Knock knock.
Who’s there?
9/11.
9/11 Who?
You said you’d never forget.
Ouch! Okay, you’re right. That was bad.
Bad - Folding a paper airplane at Liberty Diner on 9/11.
Worse - Throwing it at the person across the table.
Lynch Mob - Throwing it at the person across from you but hitting the picture on the wall of the twin towers.
Oragami American — it could be worse