Fun With Signage

Last night Matt and I took a walk around our neighborhood … our town, Middleton, Wisconsin is (maybe) five square miles large. And many of the roads in that five square miles have painfully slow speed limits (25 MPH). We were walking along one such road and noticed that they'd put up one of those … make you aware of your speed signs. The kind that clocks you and reports your speed. So I said to Matt, “Wonder if we ran past that if it would clock our speed.”

So the nub and thrust of it all (pardon my strange language, I've been reading a new Georgia book) is that we tested out running speeds by running past it. It does clock you, BTW. I hit 16, and Matt hit 17. Pathetic, prolly, but very very very fun. We quit after just one try but Matt (as he claimed any good guy would do) wanted to keep trying to beat it and each other. I, however, thought that running in the middle of the road at midnight for a couple minutes was about enough. Another sign-related item: Our health club has a built in strip-mall sorta thing where they have “health-related” businesses. The newest one that's coming in is called … (drum roll please) …. “TROPICAL SMOOTHIE CAFE.” Yep, that's the name. Can anyone think of a more prosaic name?!? I practically fall asleep just saying it. C'mon, people! There are 250,000 words in the English lanuage (not to mention all of the lovely words you can make up, and borrow from other languages) and that's the best you can come up with?? Tropical smoothie cafe?! Yeesh. I guess no one will wonder what it is though ….

Hmm… makes me want to go get a Jamba Juice (good name).