Today I need to rant about something that offends me deeply.
Inflatables.
No, I don't mean the kind of toy that you can buy in an adult store or online to enjoy in the privacy of your bedroom. I mean the giant blow-up monstrosities that invade our neighbourhoods and drift across roads, parks and playgrounds when not properly secured, or collapse into wilted puddles of vinyl when the pump is turned off.
At first, they were something you saw around Christmastime.
Can you believe this reindeer is two storeys tall?
Then they started popping up at Hallowe'en...
...and Thanksgiving.
Oh, no, Easter too?
But now, they're not seasonal any more. Inflatable rats and other vermin seem to be appropriate at any time of the year.
What holiday would inspire you to put a gargoyle on your front lawn? Quasimodo Day?
Stop the madness!
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