You caught me, red handed. I was 9, on vacation in Pensacola - I saw the towel, so tempting in its fluffy whiteness. In couldn't resist! I had to have it! So I took it! I stuffed it into my bag next to my shiny new metal replica of a Blue Angel F/A-18. Unfortunately, through a horrible chain of completely absurd events involving a blender, 3 Mexican hookers, a set of headers to a 302 small block, one 20 pack of bendy straws and an unbelievable amount of pepto bismal - bath tubs full - I lost the F/A-18 replica, but I've always managed to hang on to the towel as a memento of the best summer of my entire life.