Here’s part two of my September post. If you’re just tuning in now, I collect pictures of really strange and funny things I see while I’m on the road for work. It keeps me entertained all day. And man, there are some weirdos out there, or some people who just don’t think when they name shit (or perhaps people who do). Anyway, without further adieu, here we go.
Dammit. I really had a hankering for Truck for breakfast and then you go and ruin my one chance.
City of New Haven, CT. Keeping it classy since 1638.
“Your safety pertaining to the vast dangers of little glass balls with fake snow in them that your grandma collects is our priority; not, like, terrorism. Nobody would commit terrorism! That’s just mean. Sincerely, TSA.”
I realize “bazaar” and “bizarre” are spelled differently, but they’re pronounced the same. Wouldn’t you want to name your salon something different so when people ask your customers where they got their hair done, they don’t have to say at (what sounds like) “Bizarre Hair and Nails”? Because if it looks bad, you know the response will be, “You sure did.”
Rough and Ready, CA and Intercourse, PA. Real cities I have visited that sound more like fake locations where porno “plots” are supposed to take place.
Series of bumper stickers that prove how much I love New Yorkers. Nobody pretends to like your shit here. I hate pretenses so it suits me well.