I found a glove nailed to a telephone pole while I was taking a walk around the neighborhood near the office building where I work. I’ve seen lots of gloves dangling from nails in telephone poles (and fence posts, and buildings), so many it’s not even worth remarking on them, but this was a glove nailed to a telephone pole. Somebody had to find the glove. Somebody had to have a hammer and a nail. And the idea of nailing that glove to the telephone pole had to not only occur to him (I’m pretty sure it was a guy), but he had to think it was a good idea. And he did. And that glove is going to stay there until it rots, because why would anybody want it now?