Remember yesterday, when I was having a problem with Farmer H trying to give a stained hat as a gift? Sure you do! Who could forget an act so heinous? I even told him it was for his own son! The bright orange hat with fur ear flaps, suitable for a hunter.
I asked Farmer H if he'd brought another hat home from his Storage Unit Store.
"No. That one is fine."
"It has a stain on it!"
"Not no more. I cleaned it."
I don't remember the name. Something that sounded harsh. According to Farmer H, it took the stain right off. I picked up the hat, laying exactly where I'd left it, and I must admit, the black stain was not apparent. There might have been a smudge. Or maybe an appearance that a solvent had been applied. But if I hadn't been looking for it, I might not have noticed.
"I guess I'll go ahead and wrap it for him..."
"The Veteran don't care if his hat has a stain on it! If he says anything, I'll tell him that I had them up at my store, and somebody must have stepped on it."
That's a bit presumptuous, if you ask me. Which I'm sure you are. "Mrs. HM! Did you REALLY wrap a stained gift to give The Veteran?" Yes. And I'm not proud. But at least I know I made The Veteran an Oreo cake, with nothing wrong with it, that he purely LOVES. Plus, I gave him the best knife set out of the ones that WE bought from Farmer H's Storage Unit Store. And he's also getting Chex Mix, a cash gift, and four scratchers.
Maybe Even Steven will see fit to compensate The Veteran for his stained hat.