signs

boy o boy we are crazy for signs. we love 'em

next time you're out driving allow yourself to be hypersensitive to the number of signs you pass. stop. stop ahead. speed. no parking. yield.

tonight i went to go pick up some chinese food (egg drop soup and cold sesame noodles) and i started counting the signs. i lost count.

what started this was as i was driving up my street (the street my family has lived on for nearly 50 years) i came upon a stop sign. there was never a sign there before.

now there is