saintgeorge

I was pulling out of the underground garage at work this morning. It was icy and wet. My tires spun a touch as I turned into traffic. At the lights, an old man came running up to my window yelling "if you want to spin your tires, go back to World War II", then he showed me a picture of a field of flowers on a large piece of corrugated cardboard.

I was confused. He looked like a nazi; my car is German. What's the big deal?