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- Don't be a dick.
I've been looking for a sign for years.They couldn't take the photo closer?
She wanted a sign, not a big sign.
I've been looking for a sign for years.They couldn't take the photo closer?
She wanted a sign, not a big sign.
I'm the "they". It was a drive by. I cropped and zoomed. Thought it was enough.They couldn't take the photo closer?
I see a lot of "Slow down - we love our children", which always makes me think "Why would you loving your children make me want to slow down? I haven't even met them".More in the suburbs, "Drive like your children live here." is popular.
And the not-safe drivers will still not-safe drive anyway.I see a lot of "Slow down - we love our children", which always makes me think "Why would you loving your children make me want to slow down? I haven't even met them".More in the suburbs, "Drive like your children live here." is popular.
But the sign that I think is dumbest is one I see everywhere: "End roadwork - Drive safely". I have been driving safely for over thirty years, and if anything there is more roadwork now than there used to be. It's just not an effective strategy to achieve the stated goal. The entire "End roadwork" campaign strikes me as futile, but you see their signs everywhere, usually just after passing through major roadwork zones. I understand the frustration, but the roadwork is probably necessary.
Happy Birthday!Today is my birthday. My wife and I went to the Immersive exhibit Monet and the Impressionists.
On the way back, she was driving and I was trying to pause a podcast. I struggled with my phone at length before figuring out why I couldn't: The podcast was playing on her phone, not mine.
My wife's comment: "Seventy-two years old, but no smarter than when you were seventy-one."
At least I'm holding steady.
Happy birthday!Today is my birthday. My wife and I went to the Immersive exhibit Monet and the Impressionists.
On the way back, she was driving and I was trying to pause a podcast. I struggled with my phone at length before figuring out why I couldn't: The podcast was playing on her phone, not mine.
My wife's comment: "Seventy-two years old, but no smarter than when you were seventy-one."
At least I'm holding steady.