No, not that! Get you mind out of the gutter!
This morning when I was already running late and had more errands than usual to run, with no time for side trips.......of course, something came up.
As I passed the war memorial near the highway I saw the rope for the American flag had snapped. The flag was caught in tall bushes. I pulled over and spent the next 20 minutes alternately trying to get the wind to carry the flag within my reach and climbing in the bushes to try to snag an end. I took off my bulky coat, after all it's in the 40s....a balmy late winter day. I called the highway department to see if I could get an assist. The woman promised help, but couldn't say when. The forsythia and evergreens and I think a small maple pulled my hair and blouse. Back out and more wiggling to loosen the top rope.
Finally success! I had it. It didn't hit the ground.
I was walking back to my car, winding up the rope, when the guys from the highway department showed up.
When I got into the office, the girls had a laugh. I looked like who did it and ran.