There’s a hospital right next to this Jack in the Box. Or something.
So, I was driving in Carnation, WA, when this caught my eye:
I slammed on my brakes and backed up, giggling to an extent that Wanda was worried for me.
Why even put up the hoop? The poor teenage boys in this neighborhood. It’s like lining Wanda’s bed with marshmallows and then telling her that if she eats one, we’ll sell her to the Dursleys.
Not cool Carnation. Totally less than cool.
This is by far the best road sign between our house and Billings. It’s possibly the best road sign anywhere ever. Who wouldn’t pull over at an exit that promises an Anaconda Opportunity? No one. That’s who.
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They’ll train us!!!??? This awesome sign appeared yesterday at a major intersection just outside of town. I saw the guy placing it there. I’d say mid-twenties, shortish, dark hair, possibly hispanic. I wasn’t paying too much attention to him. Then today when we drove by and actually read the sign, I wished I had.
Why do they want mixed martial arts fighters? What kind of training do they provide? How big of a piece of their action would I get if I signed up? I am over 21 and I do have a yellow belt in Kenpo Karate. I think I will call and see what their deal is, in honor of POTUS Day tomorrow.
The women’s restrooms at the Columbia Tower Club in Seattle are pretty wild, each stall containing a large window that looks down on the city below. I guess this has caused problems with the male visitors. Now I want to know what their restrooms look like. Do they even have restrooms? Maybe what the management mistook for curiosity or interest was just the look of a man truly desperate to use the facilities.