Where have all of the Ws gone?

During the morning commute yesterday, I realized something was missing. During this mornings commute, I realized what is was.



All of the Ws are gone:


A year ago, they were everywhere, now I did not see a single one all morning. I have so many questions. When did they go? Why did they take them off?

I picture a beige Buick Century Custom sitting in a garage in the suburbs at night. At 2:00 AM (in the morning) the light in the garage clicks on, you can see it shining out from the crack where the panels meet in the garage door. A pair of feet in pink bunny slippers pads around to the rear of the car and pauses as if the person is listening to see if they are alone.

You hear a faint scraping noise, or a chewing, like a mouse nibbling on a morsel. If you look closely, you see little black pieces of plastic fall onto the concrete garage floor.

You see what they are working on, a little black sticker, half removed from the glass of the Buick's rear window reads:

V
esident

Within minutes the sticker is gone. Slippers whisks the small fragments from the back of the car and the garage floor. They softly pad over to the tool bench and grab a dustbuster. Slippers spends 5 minutes with the dustbuster vacuuming up every last scrap of the black plastic sticker from the nooks and crannies of the rear window and trunk hinges.

Next, slippers grabs a bottle of Windex and a rag and cleans the spot where the sticker used to be, so that the small square outline of dirt and glue is gone. They stand back and admire the job, then clean the entire window, to make the 4 inch clean spot blends in.

The next morning, 7:30 AM (in the morning) the car owner, now wearing sensible shoes, opens the garage door, sunlight streams into the garage and shines on the Buick's rear window. The window sparkles in it's freshly polished glory, pure as the driven snow. No visible evidence remains of halcyon days spent gleefully watching advancing armored columns approach Baghdad to secure "Freedom" and cheap gas for the Buick. No visible evidence remains of the Buick owner's vein popping arguments with traitorous peaceniks as to why the US military needs to use torture, why Donald Rumsfeld is right, why carpet bombing the ragheads is God's will, why Jesus loves the Jews and Christians and wants the Arabs dead.

Today is a new day after all. The rear window is clean.