Ah, the California Poppy. Whenever I feel like being just a little naughty I always think of three options:
1. Get a horse and go to Philadelphia and ride up and down the city screaming "The British are coming! The British are coming!" Just to freak them out.
2. Get a Harley and drag Sturgis revving my hog just as loud as I can.
3. Pick a California Poppy. It's illegal you know. I could get a fine or up to three days in jail. Naughty me.
(A fourth option of course is to pump my own gas in Oregon, but I almost got a ticket doing that once in Ontario and I swore to the nice police officer I never would again.)
(BTC - an Orange flower kind of day)