I'm thinking that I should take down the Christmas tree, but it's currently doing two very useful things: 1) Blocking a draft from the north-facing front windows, and 2) Creating a needed, and I'm sure greatly appreciated, visual barrier between my husband dressing in the living room in the morning and my neighbors who already don't like me a lot.
Maybe I'll just leave it up until the weather is warmer and the sun comes up early enough to make the outside of the house brighter than the inside. I think it will look fine with Easter eggs hung on it.
Don't Pump Gas on Your Shoes
The indirect association lends a certain free floating, fortune cookie nature to the whole thing. "A person?" Any person?
How about a person filling a gas can?
I suppose that Dickens, when he was composing the language on this sign, felt no need to explain the obvious reason for the request or simply knew that the sentence was much too long already.
I can concede the absence of a 'why' since the we don't insist that the "No Smoking" sign include an "unless you are planning on immolating yourself" clause.
Watch the nozzle closely while pumping gas so that it doesn't overflow.
Pay attention to what you are doing, loser.
Don't pour expensive, flammable liquid all over our driveway and the side of your car.
A person must encounter guilt processes if that were to happen.
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