Gawking in Traffic - Interactions… designed or not 

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’.”

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!)

I appreciate it when this sort of copy makes it past the “boss.” Because otherwise, it’s just another boring sign - and who pays attention to those?

Oh, and this is funny, too:

As is this:

I love signs. Good and bad ones.

But mostly bad ones.

I can just picture somebody saying, “Hey, we don’t need another sign! I’ve got a scrap of orange plastic and some electric tape right here.”

The best part about this sign is that it served its purpose splendidly! I drove past it twice, took a few pictures and just sat and admired… if there’s one thing I knew, it was that the left lane was closed, regardless of spelling.