Sines of the Times
Some people go on vacation and bring back souvenirs; I look for and, sadly, find misspelled signs. That’s right – this was a 3-sign vacation, 4 if you count the one that got away. That one was an electric scrolling sign I noticed as I was driving that gave some “traffic infromation”. Even if I had stopped the car, I don’t think I would have been able to capture the 2 or 3 seconds when the word in question was displayed. Actually, come to think of it, there was a 5th that I also could not photograph; it was on a small sign on the stationary bike at the Y where I worked out. It showed the optimum heart rate for your “weigth.” Sadly, I didn’t have my camera with me. However, I did snap the following three:
One wonders how many people actually must have shown up in costume to have a sign devoted to their contributing to the business’s success. And, what would those costumes be? The business was a car wash. Would you dress as a mop? Perhaps a bucket of soapy water? A can of ArmorAll?
Lastly, my husband and I visited a local Chinese restaurant for a dim sum lunch. I remarked how beautiful the menus were, the pages almost like silk. The illustrations were simple yet elegant. And then I saw the page with noodle choices. Noodless! It has a certain quirkiness to it; it could almost be a real word. Can you put it in a sentence?
When I brought it to the manager’s attention, he said that he already knew. But the menus were printed in China and it would be a monumental task to have them redone or corrected. “So,” he said, “we’ll just pretend that we don’t have any noods. Our restaurant is entirely noodless.” At least he had a sense of humor about it.