obsessive compulsive flag-unfurling disorder
You get a boner when you see a flag stuck on a pole like it's been tortured. You gotta yank it free like it's your job, even if you’re just some random guy in a Walmart parking lot.
I saw a flag stuck on a pole like it was in a chokehold. I had to free it. It was a sacred duty.
The flag was twisted like a pretzel. I couldn’t just walk by. I had to fix it. Otherwise, I’d die.
That flag was screaming for help. I couldn’t ignore it. I had to free it, even if it meant getting yelled at by a stranger.