Signs… Signs… Everywhere a sign!
Over the years, I have developed a penchant for American signs and posters because every now and again I’ve come across one that keep me smiling for days, if not years.
Maybe it could just be my irreverent respect for British humour and all things Monty Python-ish that allows me to see past the dull and ordinary and revert it into something decadent and/or delightful.
Who could ever forget a billboard put up by a veterinarian with a picture of a smiling bull dog donned in a birthday hat and wide toothy grin while large capped letters boast:
“IT’S HIP TO SNIP!!!”
Or the sign in a small rural Tennesseean bread and milk store with a big white Bristol board behind a dirty front window advertising:
While visiting Mother in Vermont last September, we drove past a sign in front of a deserted quarry that read:
“Cash & Carry Granite”…
And it was only a year ago while driving past a seriously gridlocked intersection leading to a painfully jammed interstate that we spotted a huge L.E.D. construction sign which screamed out to the oncoming masses:
“YOUR G.P.S.’s MAY BE INCORRECT”
(Insert snickering noises here)
If only I could remember the all….
Yesterday brought us yet another gem which I hope brings at least a hint of a smirk.
We found it before the entrance to a Sheetz filling station.
“PUMPKIN SPICED LATTES…”
“FOR YOUR PIE HOLE”
(Insert giggle and loud snort here)