Wednesday, August 18, 2010

All the Rusted Signs We Ignore Throughout Our Lives






I grew up on a street with a sign that read "SLOW CHILDREN AT PLAY." I'm still not sure if that was a comment on our intelligence or our athletic ability.

I also frequently see signs that say "DEAF CHILD AREA." I'm never quite sure what I'm supposed to do when I see this sign. Do I slow down? Or is it just supposed to make me feel bad that I have a perfectly good pair of ears? I don't see a reason I should have to go any slower than in any other residential area. I mean, it's not like they can't see me coming. They just can't hear me if I honk at them. I wonder what I would do if there was a deaf child in the middle of the road... I don't know the hand signal for "honking noise."

"SLIPPERY WHEN WET" is just a little too patronizing to even take serious. Sounds like something that should be in a children's book. A slow, deaf children's book. It's also not a very useful sign because it doesn't tell us if it's even wet now. How are we supposed to know if we should even worry about the slipperiness unless we know whether or not it's wet? That's like putting up a sign in Kansas that says "TORNADOES ARE DANGEROUS" and assuming that will keep everyone safe.

Speaking of slow children, the other day I was riding in the car with an unnamed relative who was driving quickly through some curving roads when we approached several people crossing ahead. They were carrying boxes and bags and heading across the street to a grassy park. They didn't seem to care about hurrying even as we quickly sped toward them. In fact, a couple of them stopped in the middle of the road and one turned back to join another who was lagging behind the group. My unnamed relative was frustrated as he put on his breaks and said, "What a bunch of ret" and then was close enough to see that they all had Down Syndrome.

Wednesday, August 11, 2010

That Was One Dank Burrito!

I've always been a big fan of eating a balanced diet. I've always made sure to balance out any healthy foods I eat with a healthy portion of meats and sweets. My wife often complains that I eat too many carbs. Her rational for proper food consumption is often difficult to understand.

Like one time when I offered her a treat that I was eating, she declined, making a disgusted face. I said, “Don’t you like it?” She responded, “Yeah, it’s just a waste of calories. I’ll save them for something I’ll enjoy more.”

Waste of calories? I didn’t know we had a limit?!?! I thought we can have the good sweets and the better sweets?!?! It’s like she’s confused calories with cell phone minutes and put herself on a 700 calorie per day plan—except no free nights or weekends. And I’m thinking, well I didn’t eat many sweets yesterday so I’ll just use my roll-over calories and eat her portion.

Speaking of sweets, someone at work today brought in a cake today which she called “Better-than-sex Cake.” What a weird comparison. I mean, the cake was delicious: chocolate with drizzled chocolate sauce and candy bar chunks crumbled on top. But to use such a title to describe how good the cake tastes seems to be a bit irrelevant. I mean, the other day I ate a nasty bean burrito that gave me terrible heartburn. But I didn’t call it "Worse-than-the-holocaust Burrito."