After two days of organizing, cleaning and other do-it-yourself projects around the house, I couldn’t help but remember this photo I snapped on a city bus in Gainesville, Fla. I think I could officially be this sign maker’s muse, much to the dismay of the folks I encountered at Pier 1 and Lowe’s while stocking up on supplies.
To all of them, including the former coworker I bumped into for the first time in two years, my apologies. My nose does work; I was just too busy getting things done to care. At least I didn’t make you sit next to me on the bus.
p.s. I can’t help but wonder. Did the person who created this sign choose the number of green odorous marks based on the rule of three in design composition? Or did he or she intend this sign to target only the stinkiest of the world, not just the slightly foul?
p.s.s. WordPress selected this as its Daily Prompt for today: Some writers’ names have becomes adjectives: Kafkaesque, marxist, Orwellian, sadistic. If your name (or nickname, or blog name) were to become an adjective, what would it mean?
Let’s hope this post doesn’t make my blog synonymous with Charlie Brown’s buddy Pig Pen or stinky writing in general.
How about you? Do you only go out in public when you’re 100% presentable and odor-free? Or like me, do you just cross your fingers and pray that you won’t run into anyone you know and keep a safe, I-know-I-need-Febreeze distance from strangers while you’re out?