My eccentric neighborhood has some of the most unusual signs I’ve seen in a long while. Here is my latest sampling. The words are unchanged but the italics are all mine.
This is from two signs hanging up at the Daljeet’s Boutique.
“No photos. No brats. No cellphones. no restroom so don’t ask. No loitering. This is not the place to eat your pizza, tie your shoes, smoke whatever you smoke or hang out.”
Wow! Thanks, Daljeets, for making us all feel so cozy and welcome. And here’s another one, from the Cannabis Company: “We don’t see weed, bud, herb, dank, ganja, trees, or marijuana, and not even reefer. We don’t know where you can get some. Thanks for reading, and welcome to the Cannabis Company.”
Well, that just about covers it, although they didn’t mention green bud or fat nuggs. And here’s one more sign, at Murio’s Trophy Room. I’m wondering if an over-vigilant bartender put it up there:
“If you look under 125, be prepared to show I.D.”