Sunday, October 11, 2009

My new hero

Imagine you live near a restaurant - a very popular one at that. Day after day and night after night you have people waiting literally outside your doorstep for a table at any given time from noon to eleven at night. You can't run around in your nightshirt with the windows open or Oopsie Here comes Grandma boobs...

It's bad enough that there are 15 tables outside where people are smoking, but the smoke isn't directly coming right at you on a constant basis.

However, it does come directly into your domicile when they are waiting for tables. What's a person to do? I know, put up a sign!



(Closeup)


Translation:

"Respect this family by not smoking in these windows, and do not throw cigarette butts on the ground. Thank you."

So what do you do when somebody doesn't pay attention and throws their butts in your pathway?


Bring out your broom and invite them to sweep up their mess.

I LOVE IT.

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