There is nothing in the sign's appearance that suggests mirth or lightheartedness. It is a utilitarian structure, single-minded
in its purpose.
There are no frills, unless you count the coat of paint. Or the matching sandbags which anchor it.
There are no frills, unless you count the coat of paint. Or the matching sandbags which anchor it.
Though mute, it declares its message twenty-four hours a day, seven days a
week. Black letters on an orange background impart the following
warning 'ROADWORK BEGINS 10-30-17 EXPECT DELAYS'.
To
drivers exhausted by another summer of orange barrels and
creeping traffic, it provokes a weary sigh. Suddenly, the Bible's
notion of eternity seems less abstract.
But
on a street which remains unsullied by men in hard hats and lime
green vests (not to mention actual construction equipment) over a month after the sign's installation, it is quite funny.
We aren't talking about traffic any more, are we?
We aren't talking about traffic any more, are we?
A government-issued
punch line. Imagine.
Humor takes many forms.
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