Thursday, July 12, 2007
Churlish signs
I was driving on Highway 501 today and stopped for gas at Sparky's, pictured above, located a few miles west of Galivant's Ferry. Sparky's is one of those joints that line the roads into Myrtle Beach; it sells fireworks, moccasins, shells, Myrtle Beach t-shirts, hats, bumper stickes, and other such, well, shit.
So I thought this sign near the gas pumps was refreshing example of truth in advertising:
When I went inside to pay for my gas, a hand-lettered sign greeted me. It said:
NO Heelys
or rollerskating!
NONE!
And in tiny letters underneath:
For your safety
Inside Sparky's, a dozen or more hectoring signs festooned the walls. And the support posts, and the display cases, and the cash register.
This was actually the most polite one:
On a post near a stack of styrofoam cups customers can fill with peanuts, handlettered signs warned, "If you overfill cup and lid does not fit, YOU WILL BE CHARGED EXTRA!!!"
Over some clear bins containing candy sold by the pound, signs read, "IF YOU SCOOP CANDY YOU MUST PAY FOR IT!!" and "DO NOT MIX CANDY!!"
And so forth.
I was a little put off by the angry tone of these interior signs. The implied accusation that I would overfill my peanut cup insulted me. I mean, what kind of ill-mannered person does Sparky's think I am? But I do appreciate the candor of the outdoor sign. We need more of that kind of honesty in the retail business.
(Don't give me any grief about those pictures. I never said I was a photographer)
Two degrees of separation from Atrios
Atrios links to (the Republican-ish) Palmetto Scoop's post linking to NotVeryBright's post (by Silence Dogood) about Junior DeMint's empathizing with poor Senator Vitter.
Congrats, NVB! And condolences also - you wuz robbed of your rightful link!
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Atrios links to (the Republican-ish) Palmetto Scoop's post linking to NotVeryBright's post (by Silence Dogood) about Junior DeMint's empathizing with poor Senator Vitter.
Congrats, NVB! And condolences also - you wuz robbed of your rightful link!
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Tell me how you really feel, God
Last week, You killed a kitten I had been feeding. Sure, I probably had some kind of divine punishment coming, but did You have to take it out on the poor kitty?
A few days later I was driving east on Highway 501. There were big fluffy cumulus clouds in the sky. One cloud, looming directly over the highway, was shaped like a forearm, extending a clenched fist. It was giving me the finger.
Was it something I said, God? Or maybe You were flipping some other motorist off?
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Last week, You killed a kitten I had been feeding. Sure, I probably had some kind of divine punishment coming, but did You have to take it out on the poor kitty?
A few days later I was driving east on Highway 501. There were big fluffy cumulus clouds in the sky. One cloud, looming directly over the highway, was shaped like a forearm, extending a clenched fist. It was giving me the finger.
Was it something I said, God? Or maybe You were flipping some other motorist off?
