Yeah…. and don’t wear your skirts too short, either.
Sign of the times
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Funny: whenever I see a sign like that, I think, “Who needs to be told that?” I think it’s a result of parking my cars on the streets of DC and Boston (Secure parking? $40K/space last time I checked), but the idea of leaving anything more valuable than chewing gum in my car just seems incredibly wrong.
In one of my old Boston neighborhoods the custom was to park with the glovebox open to alert thieves that it wasn’t worth their time to break in.
And in DC, someone once told me (and I believe it) that thieves specifically pick out cars with Virginia and Maryland tags, rather than those with DC tags, because suburbanites were much more likely to have cars crammed full of valuable stuff – the city folks generally kept the cars empty.
The public signs that one encounters out in the world just get odder and odder, but I suppose this one makes as much sense as any I’ve seen lately. I’d be interested to know where you found it.
The one I always get a chuckle over is “We love our children and pets…please drive slowly.”
My mother saw that sign one day, and remarked, “Your father and I loved our children and pets… so we didn’t let them play in the street.”
And they didn’t.
~EdT.
Dorothy — the sign in this photo is at the entrance to a soccer field parking area in George Bush Park. I think it was the West Houston Soccer fields. (Interestingly, that’s very near where my car was broken into a couple of weeks ago at Buffalo Bayou). There’s another one just like it by the entrance to the teeny weeny itty bitty parking area for Addicks Dam / Barker Reservoir.
I’m thinking that instead of all these signs, and the related tacit acceptance of thieves’ ability to control our lives, we should all put really valuable-looking boxes on our front seats, and put something really icky nasty in that box for somebody to reach in and grab.
With children, we call that “Natural Consequences”.
Or as my granddad used to say, “That hurt, didn’t it?” after one of us had our first (and only) encounter with the electronic fence in the pig yard.
Err…electric, electronic, whatever.
Your granddad clearly understood the power of letting people learn things the hard way.
Of course, one could argue that the same lesson is learned by the owner of a vehicle that’s broken into (ummm…. like, say, Polimom?), but since it’s not the burglar’s “stuff”, I’m thinking (s)he’s the one who should be asked, “That hurt, didn’t it?”