Hilarious signs

Today I stopped in a small park area, overlooking the lake.  It has a very steep and rocky drop down to the water, with a large yellow sign attesting to that fact.

 

Some local wag has taken it upon him/herself to alter same.  Instead of warning passersby of the danger, it now reads 'Dang Steep Hill'.  I sat and laughed uncontrollably for some time.  Who says creativity does not exist in our society?

Hey, thanks

This is for the people who have taken the time to leave their names on my site.  Thank you, Park Ranger, for your interesting stories.  Your fierce protectiveness of the envrionment is deeply moving and your down-to-earth sense of humour and understanding of human nature are laudable.  There was no way to leave a comment on your site so, this will have to do.

 

And to you, joey, your site is unreachable and/or unfindable and maybe other people have had difficulty in locating it.  Thought you might like to know.  Thanks for letting me know what you think of my musings. 

Midnight Water Passing

Further to my soundproofing entry, there is nothing I can do about the sound leakage from the above apartment and there is a chance I may lose my freakin' mind.

 

Last night, there was a very loud party going on over top of my bedroom  It lasted all night long.  At five this morning, I got up and took a gravol, which gave me a couple of hours of semi-sleep before my phone rang (something that never happens before noon) at eight thirty.

 

Add to sleep deprivation the fact that water pipes are connected and there is a huge echo effect.  It seems that there were many healthy men, possessed of capacious bladders, at the party.  One after another, they emptied said beer receptacles, often taking more than a full minute of crashing waterfall effects.  I confess I had to stick my fingers in my ears to drown out the deafening sound.  The recycling of fluids was almost without break. 

 

If I sound a tad fractious, it is with good reason.  I've lost a full day's productivity and suffered endlessly through some westernized form of water torture.  On a scale of one to ten, I feel about minus a hundred.  That can't be a good thing.