I think and also hope that what these signwriters think they said is different from what actually landed on the page. Or screen. Or metal sheet. Wherever! Take a look at this one, courtesy of my friend Don:
Someone killed 3 Pedestrians for my own Safety? Please let that not be true. Also, what will Repeat to cross other side? Homicide? And don’t get me started on the green man’s activity.
Another, which I spotted while obsessively checking apartment listings in my building to find out who’s moving:
I’m wondering which hairdresser the apartment owner went to for Coiffured Ceilings. I have to admit that my own ceilings have never been cut, dyed, or curled. However, they are coffered by support beams. Does that make me stylish enough?
Probably not. I do sometimes shop at a fancy grocery, where the food is better than the accuracy of the “best if bought by” date:
True, time is relative and certain portions of 2020 have seemed endless, but September 31st? Nope. Well, maybe if there’s a recount . . .
Three home runs, but the word “recount” does make me nervous.
It unnerves me a little also, but I’m pretty sure reality wins in the end. No hope for a September 31st, not that I want one.
I really think some sign-makers have partaken a tad too much of their afternoon sherry. Or Jack Daniels!
I think you’re right. Perhaps we bloggers should join them? This has been a LONG year!
A crew-cut-style ceiling would be nice for me. No spikes, please.
Very fashionable!