Choose Life
Did you ever notice how there are warning signs everywhere?
I was thinking of this today while driving down the road and pushing the visor down and then forward to align with the windshield, and afford me something akin to the sunglasses I didn’t have with me…at which point I saw, again, a litany of everything that could possibly go wrong should the vehicle suddenly find itself locomoting on only two of its four wheels and, God forbid, tip over.
What idiocy. The printing of the warning, that is. I mean, what fool needs to have that written out—let alone remember in the split-second before dining with the Lord for all eternity, that all the help they could ever need, should they be quick enough to review it, is in textbook form on the back of the visor? And, even though here in Colorado we’ve seen our share of SUV newbies Who Don’t Know How To Drive In The Snow (or the mountains) do just that, still. Write it out? Really?
Warning signs are stupid and entirely unnecessary.
That is, most warning signs.
“So how do you like the soup?”
*clunk-slosh (sound of wine bottle being set on table) (firmly) (in front of me).
“Um.”
“Yes?”
“It is, without rival, the finest soup ever to touch human lips and I am reminded all over again why I fell in love wi—have you lost weight?”
That-a-boy…slow, but your catching on, you may now live one more day in Perdition.
I may be slow but I’m alive.