SOME SIGNS THAT MAKE ME THINK . . .

 

What a great deal!  Five dollars every two weeks to belong to a gym? 

What's that under the EVERY TWO WEEKS?  

+JOINING FEE  & TAXES.      Hmmm . . . 

I can understand the New Look and Fresh Content, but do newspapers today need More Entertainment?

Are there any places that sell Stale Donuts?  Why would you need a sign to say that you sell fresh donuts? 

Also, I always thought that doughnuts was how to spell doughnuts.   I see donuts and think doonuts which I suspect is a sexually transmitted disease.

This sign is on all  garbage cans on The Toronto Transit Commission's (TTC) property.  That means all the garbage cans in all bus and subway stations have this sign.  Ride the Rocket is symbolically saying, "Take the TTC."  Why do you need a sign on a garbage can, on TTC property, telling people to take the TTC?  If people see the garbage can, then they are already riding the rocket. 

Also, do we need a sign on a garbage can telling us that Toronto is clean and beautiful?  Does Toronto need its good qualities advertised on garbage cans?

Some of the pencil containers at the North York Central Library have a sign that says, Please Do Not Remove Pencils.

Aren't the pencils for public use?   Are the pencil containers with this sign really art exhibits with the pencils playing a key role?

AN ARGUMENT WITH A GARBAGE CAN

Imagine having an argument with a garbage can?   It took place on the westbound platform of the Bathurst Street Subway station in Toronto just the other day.

The gentleman--and I use the word "gentleman" loosely--screamed and kicked at a can on the subway platform.  He looked about 25 years old.  His clothes were designed by Calvin Pig and Yves St. La Moth.  Obviously the gentleman's barber had died sometime during the 19th century.  I could not tell how old the garbage can was, but I suspect it was a little younger than the gentleman.

Reality would not allow me to hear what the garbage can was saying.  Whatever it was, the garbage can kept interrupting the gentleman.  His words were hard to understand, but several times he told the garbage can, "Shut the fuck up!  Shut the fuck up!  Don't interrupt me!  Shut the fuck up!"  And then he would kick it some more while shouting.

The arrival of the westbound subway train brought the argument to an end.  The garbage can looked relieved.  

"I don't want anymore fuckin' nonsense from you!  Ya hear?" the gentleman said.  And he kicked the garbage can one final time before boarding the train.