Signs

I love reading signs.

When driving across the U.S., I'm entertained by the small town combination businesses. Bob's auto repair and bait shop. Susie's florist and nail salon. I always wonder what caused them to add on the second part. Was business slow in the first business and the second was added on to fill the available time? Did Bob or Susie suffer a mid-life crisis and need a change?

Hair stylists seem to be unusually creative in naming their establishments. I liked "Metamorphesis" and "Hair and Hairafter." I was a little worried about the "Curl Up and Dye" shop and also "From Hair to Eternity."

The names of funeral homes also offer good possibilities. The one in my hometown was named for the owner, a man whose last name was Pickle.

I think they changed the name of the hospital that was named for Mr. Dedman.

On one of my road trips not long ago I was noticing how many storage facilities have been built in virtually every town along the highway. (Do we really have THAT much stuff!?) That's when I noticed the sign: Self Storage.

Immediately, my mind conjured up a wall of lockers where people could hide themselves away. The ads might be: "Rat race getting to you? We've got just the place for you!"

I guess the locks would have to be on the inside.

I wonder if that's where all the people on the milk cartons have gone?