New York Penn Station, gate 8 – sign on the escalator leading down to the train platform…

So don’t get stuck in that sucker, because we can’t stop it to get you out until… uhhh… well, until the escalator’s batteries die, I guess.

On another note, that plastic cover over the button itself – it flips upward. Which means the backwards printed lettering doesn’t all of the sudden become readable like the word “Ambulance” in your rear-view mirror. Instead, it just becomes backwards AND upside down.

I have to try this. And we all know I would…

Greatest logo for a steakhouse EVER!

This is Judson’s Steakhouse in downtown Grand Rapids. Pardon the picture – I had to use my phone to take it and they don’t have a version of it online.

As a note: while it’s hard to see here, the eye is a little X! I love it. It’s enough to get me to look past the fact that everyone knows it’s impossible to balance a cow like that, alive OR dead…

You are, in fact, falling down an elevator shaft.

And informing you of that is the only purpose I can find for this bright orange and black “warning” sign, stuck to the inside of the elevator shaft. I caught a glimpse of it through the crack between the elevator floor and the wall when I was standing inside the elevator, looking out through the open doors.

So, yeah… in the evet that I ever find myself falling to my death down a dark, ominous abyss at the Springhill Suites, in my final milliseconds I’ll watch frantically for that bright orange sign in hopes of attaining at least the peace that comes with knowing how I died.

I just think it’s funny that a place that specializes in “Tutors and Test Preparation” calls itself something that could be mispronounced as “cheatin’.”

This was at a gas station in Morocco. The donkey even waited in line at the pump and moved forward when the car in front of him pulled away.

Very life-like. Moroccan craftmenship of gas-powered donkeys in one word?

Impeccable.

An’ that raht thar is how you know you’re cruisin’ in the country… ’cause where else are you going to see “Livestock Arena” and “Landfill” on the SAME SIGN?! Love it. I love every second of it.

(Courtesy of our last trip to North Carolina. Johnston County, represent!)

Because really, most people wouldn’t think of that and those who would probably wouldn’t do it. So props to this fellow. Way to keep the hands free.

I got pretty excited as I snapped this particular picture because for a moment, I thought his red dry cleaning was, in reality, a red cape. And that he was stretching his arm high into the air in preperation to fly off into the pale-blue sky, to return to a more peaceful planet, where city-sponsored lunch tables and chairs aren’t purposefully arranged in the middle of the friggin’ street, for people to be run over by taxis and poisoned by carbon monoxide.

Side note: getting this picture was tricky. I had to keep scooting up ahead of him when he walked passed cars, to hide behind the opposite front fender – that way, when he walked by I was able to snap clear pictures of him close up. So while I felt (and looked) like some sort of freakish stalking paparazzi, it was impossible to get a non-fuzzy shot otherwise. 

This one’s been around awhile, but if even one person hasn’t seen it yet, then this post is worth it.

Helicopter Pilot Saves Stranded Deer (headline would have been much different had a hunter been waiting in the brush…)

dasparkhotel.net advertises, “repurposed, incredibly robust drain pipes.“

Also known as… HOTEL ROOMS! Because really, why not? I mean, it’s kind of like living like a ninja turtle, minus the sludge, slime and sewage.