My full time job is in sales, so I’m out on the road all day. And man, do I see some weird shit sometimes. Never fails to entertain me. So I started snapping some pictures. Here are a few.
“Honey, what should we do with this enormous sculpture of an elongated ampersand we have?” “Well, Dear, why don’t we put it in our tree? I usually feel the need to make associations between two things when glancing at trees, maybe this will help.”
Um. Yeah. I’m not in New York anymore I guess. (Northern VT culture shock.)
Yes, thank you, Sign. Please stop anything involving Nicholas Cage having the potential to reproduce. Especially if it’s a three way where he has access to impregnating multiple women at once. We don’t need any more people who make movies like The Wicker Man and Bangkok Dangerous.
This is both the way to the hospital and to somewhere the sign makers are hoping you will guess.
This company needs to have this person’s car parked in its lot every day….
One stop shopping if you’re an alcoholic bootie-shakin’ mouse who is looking for healing from a higher power. Business must be booming.
I’m not in Kansas anymore. Oh, wait, I am. On a business trip. No tornado shelters at home!
This guy’s commercial should say, “You should vote for me. My morals are in tact and the other guy has some major issues with Lust.”
Plastic women’s heads in his trunk. Let’s hope he’s a hair stylist.
Only in Manhattan.
Occupational hazard of every sales rep I know. Except this wasn’t a sales rep’s car (that I was aware of). Just some person with a penchant for TMI. (Please excuse grainy 70s porn picture quality.)
Pretty sure this isn’t an homage to the titmouse.
Same car as above. And if announcing to anyone driving past you like knockers enough to broadcast it on your vehicle wasn’t enough, he (it must be a he) had to put a blonde Barbie head on his car antenna. Her tits are pretty disproportionately large for her body size, so I guess that fits with the whole boob-liking thing.
This virtual tour was hysterical, Lisa! I fell out of my chair laughing at the Nic Cage sign. I totally agree with you. The liquor store should have been next to a tattoo shop and that would have been perfect. Get drunk, shake your ass, see a psychic and get a tat to commemorate the whole experience. Great read!
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Thanks Susan! I’m glad you enjoyed the musings of my wacko brain while I see weird shit as I drive around all day. 🙂
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Hey, you have to keep yourself amused on those sales trips because I imagine you meet some “lovely” people.
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This is fucking hysterical. I remember living in SO. Florida the condo commandos would have plungers with flowers on them on their atenennas. The decapated Barbie head is so white trash.
Climax road, Mayor Lust, The screw factory, and flirtation Drive. Did you just land in the town of the hoes? If so please call that bald looking mommas boy and tell him he can find a date in that town.
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Hi Lisa! I really enjoyed this. I was traveling upstate earlier this week and also came across a sign on the highway with and arrow and a Question mark. I didn’t know what to make of it either. what does it mean??? Go this way… who knows?
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