This sign hangs in the window of a restaurant in town. From the outside, it reads ‘Organico’.
From the inside… anyone see what I saw?
As I was taking this shot I said to Gary, ‘Hey, doesn’t this sign look like a penis with…”
And he finished my sentence “… one dropped ball?”
At which point the waiter – who I did not realize was standing behind me – said, “You are not the first person to notice that.”
Must be a full peninsula of Magnets for the Absurd.
If you have ever visited one of the many communities in South Florida, this will not surprise you. The level of detail is astounding.
You have to believe that this was not written in the spirit of prevention. I would like to know how many poor people got locked in there before this very detailed set of directions was drafted.
I keep envisioning the condo association from Seinfeld spending the better portion of a month drafting this sucker.
The scary thing about this is that I am surely the most likely person to get locked in there. In fact, this was the third time I had thrown out the garbage and the only reason I noticed the sign was because my dad told me to take my cell phone.
I can’t help but think that dozens of clowns will come racing out of this truck when they lift the back up. I did not underestimate the creepiness of this vehicle.
Once again, poor Gary was urged to ‘catch up to that truck’ so I could get this shot. This is usually when he weighs in on whether it is funny or not.
A focus group of one.
When he decides what I am after is not funny enough I respond with, “fine, get your own damn blog.”
And he still makes sure I get the shot.
The man is a saint.
It must be the week for signage. Or perhaps I am just out and paying more attention again lately. Actually, Gary found this one.
What better selling point is there for a guitar than the fact that it has played a lot of Dylan?
This one made my day.
Of course I asked. I mean, look at that sign!
There I was picking up
Houdini Iko after she tortured every person at the dog groomer her bath today, and this sign taunted me from the counter.
Me: Laura, I’m asking about your bag of 20 duck feet. Are they real?
Laura: Yes they are.
Me: Ok, that is more than I needed to know about them.
Then I spent the rest of the day picturing Iko with 20 duck feet in her mouth at one time because she jams as many items in there as she possibly can. Someone please tell me why giving your dog duck feet (20 or any number for that matter) is desirable.
And what do they do with the rest of the duck?
UPDATE: alas, Mashable has an answer to all those footless ducks
Could I have been the only person who noticed this? I am pretty sure I am the only one who took a picture.
This is proof that most people are on autopilot most of the time. I did spend a little time to see if the melon sign was on the display of pineapples. (too much time on my hands?)
Wait, am I a bad person for making fun of this instead of pointing it out?
Never mind, this falls under the category of doing little things during the day to entertain myself.
The ‘WE’ for those not of the tribe are the Jews. We have been known to wander for give or take a few thousand years. We can be restless that way. Have you ever been to a restaurant with my husband? NEVER accept the first table.
This is engraved above the blinds in our favorite local Jewish deli. Actually it is the only local Jewish deli but if it wasn’t it would still be our favorite. So the photo above is one wall. And the payoff was… will a little bit scary but funny none the less.
Filed under humor, signage