Poorly Timed Genius

There is nothing like a fifteen-hour drive to feed the internal invention machine. For the record, I would never classify myself as genius. I have known a couple of bona fide geniuses, and I'm not in that club.

Occasionally, however, I feel like I have had an ingenious idea. And this is one of those days.

So, let's cut the small talk and get straight to the invention. I don't dress in shirts that button all the way, all that often. I'm a much more casual creature than that. My wife might even say I dress like an unkempt hobo. I prefer to think of it as Alaskan Formal. But every great once in a while I do put on a shirt that buttons all the way up.

Of recent I have noticed that those shirts have a few extra buttons sewn on the inside seam, so when a button gets lost, voilà, said shirt can be redeemed with a matching button. But those clever little clothing designers in their French Rivera bungalows have missed a strategic trick.

Now I want to take a moment to revel in my victory. Those shirts have extra buttons, but no extra buttonholes!

What if a buttonhole wears out just minutes before a speaker is scheduled to make an important public presentation? Is there an emergency tailor line one could call? I don't think so!

If you had a few spare buttonholes already sewn into the shirt, even a nincompoop-level sewing novice, such as myself, could simply relocate the hole!

Talk about saving the day. Wow!

There is only one drawback to my invention. Unfortunately that problem is as old as time itself, and even Solomon, the wise king of ancient times, acknowledged it. Everything has a season, and this just probably is not the right season for my brilliance to be recognized.

Maybe if I had shared this on the first day of March, or the first day of May, people would have taken it seriously. But I bow to the whimsy of public opinion and say, Happy April, my friends.