I was out driving the other day. In a car.
Cars are so much different than buses, aren’t they? They’re smaller, for one thing. I noticed that right off. And then there’s all that “paying attention” to do.
And it was while I was “paying attention” that I saw something that I’d seen thousands of times before; but this time, I saw it with new eyes.
OK. Not really new eyes. They were my old eyes.
Let’s not get into semantics.
There was a sign on the side of the road, one of those signs with the little light bulbs in it so that you can see it at night.
Good advice. There’s a certain amount of yielding that we all must do.
And that got me thinking: Those signs should be in more places.
“Stop eating now.”
“You would do best to keep your mouth shut.”
“You are wearing patterned underwear with white pants.”
But no. We don’t have signs like that. Sure, I’m a taxpayer; but apparently we’re on our own here.
Who do you suppose I could talk to to get one of those lighted signs in my house? I never turn down free advice.
Twice Hit. Many Times Shy.
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