I observed this last week on the door of our pet-friendly hotel in Chattanooga:
I don't recall ever seeing these two admonitions expressed together in such polite fashion on any surface anywhere. Being the rule-followers that we are, we managed to keep the Luckies and the Luger in the glove box of our car.
When my husband and I were cruising Savannah on the hunt for the Savannah College of Art and Design (which is pretty much a presence throughout this lovely city), I had a chance to revisit the Paris Market and Brocante (as seen in Country Living and a million other publications). Just inside their door, there was a chalkboard filled with scraps and letters and advice and color. (I'm thinking about doing this same thing, only leaving it on my driveway.)
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Wish I'd thought of that.
Le sigh, to quote my friend Carly.
There was a lot more to take in of this collage, most of it generated by an honest-to-goodness typewriter.
But all those delicious French tchotchkes were calling to me, so I left before finding out the true meaning of life.
And of course, there were those waiting for me just outside on Broughton Street.
4 comments:
So Kew el! I'd love to see that. I've not been to Savannah so I feel a trip coming on!!
This post elicited a genuine LOL from me! Funniest blog on the planet? Yes!
The next time I see you I hope you bring your Luckies and your Luger so I can see.
Well. No wonder you stayed in Smyrna on your way back...
Looks like Savannah agrees with da boyz.
It's a shame. You pay $29 for a hotel room with a flush toilet and they make you lock your cigarettes and guns in the car!
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