Signs

By WR Jones

I was in West Virgina visiting my sister, went for a walk and saw this sign -

POSTED

No Trespassing

The POSTED was in about 70 point type with the No Trespassing in 12 point.

Duh?  With the sign stapled to a tree do you need to spell out it is posted?  That is like having all the stop signs with great big letters  SIGN followed by a tiny “stop” underneath.  Anyway most of those people don’t read.

Other signs that irk me:

1. Those freeway memorial signs, The Richard F. Bezzelboots Memorial Highway.  What the hell?  Who was that guy?  The three people who know him will die out leaving a useless blight of a sign for years.
2. I’m seeing large signs proclaiming “The American Recovery and Reinvestment Act bla bla bla…” on the freeways.  Is there not a better use of money to stimulate the economy than putting even more bullshit signs on our roadways?  Plant some goddamn flowers or better yet some edible plants, or solar cells to get us off oil.
3. Signs along various roadways: “Your Tax Dollars At Work”.  I get it shit-for-brains, you are spending my money.  Just fix the road; I’ll figure out you spent my money to do it (along with giving yourself plenty of income – like the city manager with the $800,000/yr salary and $600,000/yr retirement for life package.)

Stupid Is As Stupid Does… Again and Again and …

By wr jones

I took a train from Boston to Harper’s Ferry.  It was an all day trip from 5:45 AM to 5:15 PM.   I figured I’d treat myself to an Amtrak upgrade.   Paid something like $40 extra to go business class.   When I boarded the train I looked at the side of the cars and got on one that said business class.

I’m riding along when a female sits beside me and we chat for awhile before the business class subject comes up.  She tells me I’m in the wrong car this is coach class.  NUTS!  I’m too important to be talking with this woman.  I get off at the next stop and move myself and bags to the official Business Class car.

As I chose a seat I reflect on the fact that there is absolutely NO difference in this car than in the coach car I just moved from.   Identical seating.   The conductor stops by to check my ticket and I asked what the business class upgrade entitles me to.   He says if I present my stub to the attendant in the snack car I’m entitled to a free soft drink.  Say what?   Thinking he has it wrong I went to the car and asked the attendant what I got for the upgrade.  He verified the soft drink (which turned out to be one of those half sized cans) and suggested I should consider upgrading to first class.   Wow that news made me feel better.  It meant there is someone even dumber than me.  There are no first class cars and the only food to upgrade would be a microwave cheese sandwich.

Lesson learned here is that I’m don’t belong in business class, I’m not smart enough with my money to be a real business man.