I have been the organizer of our city's Christmas parade for over twenty years. In all that time, there has never been one complaint. I thought this year's parade was our best ever. Everyone performed in a professional manner and the crowd seemed to be enjoying themselves. Some of our floats were truly magnificent. So, you can imagine my surprise when my receptionist informed me that there was a man who wanted to voice a complaint.

Quite honestly, Mr. Nelson didn't appear to be the kind of person who would complain about anything. He had a slight build and was very mild-mannered and pleasant. After some formalities, I wanted to assure him that his complaint would be taken seriously and that my only concern was to provide the community with the best Christmas parade experience possible.

He told me he took his two young sons to see the parade in person. Before, they had only seen them on television and wanted to see the parade up close. To mark the occasion, he brought a video camera with him to record the event. After their day was over, he began editing the video. It was during this process that he noticed something.

"What was it?" I asked.

"Let's just say, I encountered a problem... a very serious problem."

"So, what was it?" I asked again.

"I... I think it would be best if I just show you."

He then pulled out his phone and started showing me the video. I watched, for some reason anticipating something terrible, even though I was at the parade and didn't notice anything happening out of the ordinary. This went on for some time and when I hadn't seen anything, I asked, "What exactly are we looking for?"

"Keep watching. It's coming up on the next float."

The next one happened to be the 'Christmas Castles' float. Out of all of them, this was the most spectacular float in the parade. It certainly took the most work. Of course, we couldn't have castles without princesses. We hired several beautiful models, three for each castle. That way, people from every angle would get to see a beautiful princess standing in front of each castle. What could have possibly been the problem for Mr. Nelson?

"There! Did you see that?" Mr. Nelson shouted.

"See what?"

"The one on the left."

I looked, but everything seemed to be in order. The castle didn't seem to have any pieces missing or broken.

I answered, "I'm not seeing anything. The castle looks fine to me."

"Not the castle, the girl."

"Oh, the girl. So... what about her?"

"You just missed it. Let me rewind."

After doing so, he showed me again. I still couldn't see anything and told him so.

"Still?" Mr. Nelson asked while appearing to look agitated. "Here, let me freeze it for you."

After doing so, he handed me his phone. Once again, I couldn't see anything. This was starting to get frustrating.

"I'm still not seeing anything. Why don't you just tell me what it is?" I then handed the phone back to him.

After looking at it, Mr. Nelson apologized, "Oh, sorry. I forgot to blow it up.

When he handed the phone back to me, I finally saw what the problem was. There, staring me in the face, was the bare privates of the model on the left. I have to say, that picture was crystal clear. There wasn't a hair on it. If there was, you would know it. That's how clear the picture was. I'm not sure how long I stared at it, but it must have been for a while since Mr. Nelson cleared his throat.

"So, do you see my problem now?" he asked.

"I see it," I answered. "Mr. Nelson, you have my sincerest apologies. It... it's not a problem that's come up before. I must say though, had you not freeze framed it and blown it up, I wouldn't have even noticed and probably no one else did either."

"Exactly!" Mr. Nelson shouted. "Tell her to wear a shorter skirt next time!"