As of today, we've been Colorado residents for five weeks. So far, the most striking thing about the state--apart from the obvious, the incredible scenery and the wild swings in weather--is the Coloradoans' calm, easy-going attitude toward life.
After living in Brussels, though, where every (locked) electrical box on the streets bears a sign with a lightning bolt and the words "Risque de la mort!" (Risk of death!), it was just a tad disconcerting to come across this nonchalant tag on an electrical wire wrapped around a power pole that Hana and I pass every morning on our walk.
(By the way, the tag has been there for over a week, waiting for the Trouble Department crew to show up.)
Which Department?
9:33 AM
|
Labels:
Signs
|
This entry was posted on 9:33 AM
and is filed under
Signs
.
You can follow any responses to this entry through
the RSS 2.0 feed.
You can leave a response,
or trackback from your own site.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comments:
"Trouble Department." I love it! I can just hear the employees' conversation about this: "Joe, we've got a bit of trouble. Some idiot down in the foothills got himself electrocuted on a live wire."
Post a Comment