Changing SignsJanuary 18, 2010
by wr jones
I was looking a the signs at a tiny park for children. One said no smoking, another give a long list of dangers to beware of. There was a well dressed man sitting on a bench facing the swings. He had a briefcase. I pegged him for an ambulance chaser waiting for some illiterate 4 year old to disregard the copious warnings and hurt himself. Wala! A new client. Clearly the city is negligent for not putting the warning against diving off the slide head first into the concrete in a much larger font.
Just what is the cost of all these dippy ass signs? I can remember when the aspirin or Tylenol or what ever pills were first poisoned and put back on the drug store shelf. Before that there was no safety packaging. Now I routinely cut myself using a sharp object in a desperate effort to get the Imodium pill out of that tight little package before I poop myself again.
So that one individual who poisoned a few pills has cost us billions of dollars in annoying packaging. Landfills full of plastic and band aids used to stop the bleeding caused by trying to open the pill boxes; I have two summary thoughts on the subject:
- If the media was not so hell bent on spreading the word about every aberration, no one, or at least very few others would have thought to poison medicine and put it back on the shelfs to injure random people.
- If we could have a firm number on the cost of the safety packaging vs the few lives that would be lost without it, we might elect to accept the loss.
I’m at my desk just until I have to go again. I’m using industrial steam powered scissors to free up some Imodium tablets. I like my pills free range.