As seen exiting from the Salem YMCA parking lot, behind the Statesman-Journal’s offices: a bad sign.
In addition to making me feel a little nostalgic (I can only move backwards), and causing me concern over my metaphorical path (which apparently cannot move forwards), this sign says you can’t enter this parking lot in this direction.
And yet, all of the parking spots are set up for you to enter from this street…
Sartre, I have found your parking lot!
Car exploded with laughter as we too encountered this sign after picking up our margherita and greek pizzas at Christo’s! But would we have even given the sign a second look if it hadn’t been for your post??
I’m glad. Any way I can create laughter in the world, I’m there.
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