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Some men are born mediocre, some men achieve mediocrity, and some men have mediocrity thrust upon them. With Major Major it had been all three.


Theme Thursday again, and we're talking TRAFFIC. This set of signs down near the waterfront never ceases to amuse me. Some might speculate that the two people in the yellow sign are merely attempting to inform oncoming TRAFFIC to be aware of the likelihood of people crossing the road.

However, I rather think of them fleeing (yes fleeing) the aforementioned toilets. Look at the barely controlled aggression the the larger, much older, male of the pair. The dominance of his action is almost palpable. Oh yes, he's a wrong 'un all right.

Now look at her. The cowering subservience. The timidity of a girl who has been kicked in the guts by life, only to meet a fellow who helps her out, tells her that he
loves her, only to kick her in the guts again.

What happened in those toilets is what I want to know. What crack the fine veneer of the older suitor's façade? What prompted this scene?

An unwanted child?

A run in with the law?

A stray, seemingly innocuous text message from a friend read by a jealous and unscrupulous lover?

A complaint made against a physical education teacher from a parent (a bad parent, to be sure, but a parent nonetheless) about an improper relationship?

I don't know, I really don't. What I do know that something fishy is going on. And it stinks.

It stinks!

Comments

Brian Miller said…
a great chuckle to end the night on...it is a toilet, so i imagine it does stink...
Roddy said…
You've raised a number of very pertinent points. The very idea of a stranger with what appears to be a child, sereptitiously being led away from the area of the toilets. It bodes unwell!
Roddy said…
Surreptitiously!
Sue said…
Change the "Y" to "TE" in the street sign....and that's what I would do to filthy men who take young girls to toilets!
And thank you for correcting your spelling Roddy...or I would have had to do it to you!!!
Wings1295 said…
Gotta agree, looks like they are fleeing!
Ed & Jeanne said…
I say he's an officer of the law and has just arrested the most notoriously dangerous teen on the the face of the planet. Well done...
Betsy Brock said…
hee-hee! I'll never look at a pedestrian sign the same way again.
e said…
Clever posting...left me laughing as always.
Megan said…
The traffic of ideas in your brain must be extensive.

That's not fleeing, though. I'll see if I can find a pic of the REAL fleeing sign!
Megan said…
Didn't take as long as I thought it would...

http://www.signonsandiego.com/uniontrib/20050410/news_1n10signs.html
Ronda Laveen said…
I do see the overbearingness and the submissiveness in the graphic. Never looked at it that way before. Will never see it the same way again.
Baino said…
I never liked that sign . .the one with the pushy bloke and the frail woman, always struck me as a little misogynous. Then I don't like the one with the little girl riding a pony either . . .boys do ride you know . .just ask the Young Australian Adventurer of the year!
Kris McCracken said…
Thanks all, it's been a busy week and I promise more effort next time!

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