I was showing my aunts, who are in their late seventies and early eighties, these patches, and the one says to the other,
"That must be AnnMaria doing the arm bar, right?"
and the other says,
"Yes, I'm sure it is, because the one who grabs the arm usually wins. I'm sure that's right."
"Well, why do they show her with blonde hair?"
"I have no idea. Did she used to have blonde hair?"
"I don't think so. Let's ask her mother. Say --- did AnnMaria ever have blonde hair? No, I didn't think so. AnnMaria -- you need to tell whoever designed this patch for you that they got your hair color wrong. That's a pretty obvious thing. What a silly mistake."
"Um, that's not me. That's my daughter, Ronda."
"Why, so it is! It even says that on the patch. Why on earth would they make a patch of your DAUGHTER doing an arm bar instead of you? That's a really silly mistake. I hope you fired whoever designed these. Did you fire him?"
"Um, no, not exactly, you see -- "
"Well! There's no excuse for such incompetence! I think immediately when you get back to the states you should fire him! Don't you think so?"
At this, she turns to my other aunt for confirmation, who nods emphatically in agreement. I ask politely,
"Do you get a channel called Showtime, by any chance?"
Both aunts shake their heads in unison,
"No, why do you ask? Do you want to watch something on TV?"