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Bitchin & Moaning<br />
SIGNS<br />
of Our Time<br />
By Guest Columnist Sharon Hightower<br />
WHILE DRIVING HOME THIS<br />
morning after dropping off my<br />
grandson at school, I saw a sign on my<br />
street that I’d noticed some weeks ago.<br />
It reads New Residential Homes with<br />
an arrow underneath. And I’m left<br />
wondering what other kind of homes<br />
are there? I thought by definition or<br />
at least implication a home was a residence.<br />
Am I confused here? Residential<br />
Home. Well, ok.<br />
Signs often amuse me. Or<br />
maybe they just confuse me.<br />
At the end of our street where<br />
it intersects at a dead-end<br />
with a rather busy street, there are<br />
two-speed limit signs as you turn onto<br />
my street going west. The first is your<br />
typical black and white speed limit<br />
sign and reads 35 in big letters. OK.<br />
But not five feet away is another sign,<br />
the yellow kind of caution sign that<br />
reads 20 mph and shows a very curvy<br />
arrow cautioning that the road is<br />
indeed curved. And almost every time<br />
I drive by I wonder: which is it? Can<br />
I drive 35 or do I need to go only 20?<br />
Help. Also, I wonder who put up the<br />
signs. Was it CalTrans? Did they put<br />
up both? Is it a joke? Or maybe an insider<br />
gag as most streets in Fallbrook<br />
are curved.<br />
When I lived in Oceanside, there<br />
were a couple of signs I really loved.<br />
One shows a wave and above it the<br />
word BEACH with an arrow pointing<br />
up indicating straight ahead. And as<br />
you can almost see the water from the<br />
sign’s location, it strikes me as funny.<br />
Do people really need a sign pointing<br />
them to the ocean less than a block<br />
away? Really?<br />
The other sign was scary. It read<br />
TSUNAMI route. I'm sure it didn't<br />
mean that's where the tsunami would<br />
go, but rather that is the way one<br />
should go in the event of a tidal wave.<br />
But the really scary thing is that I've<br />
only ever seen one sign. No further<br />
direction. It's like those detour signs<br />
that take you off your familiar route,<br />
but don't tell you where to go nor how<br />
to get back on the street from which<br />
you were being detoured.<br />
I work at Palomar College, and<br />
it has gotten into unisex bathrooms.<br />
And the sign on the facility nearest<br />
my office reads "men, women, and<br />
shows a handicapped drawing." It's<br />
as if folks in a wheelchair are a third<br />
gender.<br />
I don't like the signs one often<br />
sees inside public bathrooms that say<br />
employees must wash their hands before<br />
returning to work. Gosh. I hope<br />
so. Especially if I’m in McDonald’s or<br />
Jack-in-the-Box; anywhere you eat.<br />
Do you remember pay toilets? I<br />
don’t see them anymore, but I remember<br />
returning from a long road<br />
trip back from Vegas and all four<br />
women piled out of the car and into<br />
the bathroom. I guess we’d spent all<br />
our money in Vegas because no one<br />
had a dime, so we had to get change.<br />
Meanwhile, my feisty friend said she<br />
was just going to crawl under while<br />
my Mom cussed at the closed doors.<br />
My mother’s cursing consisted of<br />
“darn” and “hell and damnation,” so<br />
when she said “damn,” I about peed<br />
my pants. The sign? It read insert $.10.<br />
And that story reminds me of<br />
another road trip when I was about<br />
seven. We were going east this time<br />
and had gotten out to stretch our legs<br />
somewhere outside of Albuquerque,<br />
New Mexico. And we were standing<br />
in a dirt area near the car, and my aunt<br />
apparently disturbed a hill of red ants<br />
which quite quickly began crawling up<br />
her legs. I may never forget her jumping<br />
around, yelling "my privates, my<br />
privates." Sign? No there was no sign,<br />
but perhaps there should have been.<br />
I was in the hospital last<br />
week – the pretty new one on<br />
the hill in Escondido – and<br />
as I prepared to leave I was<br />
following the exit signs having gotten<br />
thoroughly lost in my visits first to<br />
the lab and then the x-ray department<br />
within- between stops in the examining<br />
area. A security gal must have<br />
read my face, and she pointed to a set<br />
of double doors. "The exit is through<br />
there," she said. And as I passed her,<br />
added, "It would help to have a sign<br />
on the doors.” As I walked further on,<br />
she remarked to the guard standing<br />
on the other side of the hallway, that<br />
when the hospital was first opened,<br />
they objected to any signage. Hmmm?<br />
There’s an interesting sign in the<br />
laundromat that I use in town. It reads<br />
DO NOT put any person in this washer.<br />
Well darn. I thought I was going to<br />
scrub up my husband. He works outside<br />
and is often so dirty I don’t like<br />
him to come into the house.<br />
Guess that plan is out.<br />
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