Thursday, March 8, 2012

To Stop or Not to Stop

That is the question. (Sorry Shakespeare- that was bad, I know). Walking to my car yesterday morning I stumbled upon this scene on the sidewalk.
Now, the winds in the appropriately labeled Windy City have been insane-bananas. They've knocked out the power in my apartment twice in the past 24 hours. Not cool. Makes me wonder how it traveled so far. Stop signs (or street signs) are NOT light. Not that I know it'safederaloffensetohaveordecoratewithastreetsign. And I certainly didn't have a street sign in my apartment*. Ever*.
Note: I'm thoroughly convinced that little trap door (at least that's what I like to call it) in my messed up head leads to the depths of hell and I refuse to step on it for fear that I will plunge into the center of the earth. Maybe the stop sign is the trap door's way of warning people to not walk on it? Only one way to find out.

1 comment:

  1. I had a stop sign in my apartment in Philly with THREE bullet holes. Stay classy PA...