Here is my entry for this week’s challenge hosted by Frank at Dutch goes the Photo
…Sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Blockin’ out the scenery, breakin’ my mind
Do this, don’t do that, can’t you read the sign?…
(from Signs: by the Five Man Electrical Band…from my high school days…)
Signs often present challenges…
With instructions for what we are supposed to do.
Or…more specifically…what we are not supposed to do.
We can obey them…or not.
After all, we do have a choice…made all the harder when signage deviates from the usual.
Such was the case during a visit to Virginia Beach in 2006. We were looking forward to a few relaxing days to unwind before the 600 mile road trip home. After the stress of leaving our last born to freshman orientation…and indoctrination into the wild untamed life of college in Richmond.
But what was this?
I was startled to note that a large beach town would need such a directive.
Did visitors usually wander around spewing the f-bomb? Describing dog doo doo in loud outside voices?
It was a challenge NOT to shout out an expletive.
Not because I had the urge to.
But because there was this big sign bossing me around…planting the thought…
Posing a challenge.
And then further down the street…
Another set of challenges…for some.
And unfortunately there will be those who
rise stoop to the challenge…and harass people and break laws anyway.
Virginia Beach is a large thriving tourist destination.
And “the Resort Area” (ie: main street) is only walking distance from
its public beach…which showcases swimwear of all imaginations.
“…refrain from…wearing revealing attire…?”
Now, THAT’S a challenge.
(We had a lovely time despite the signs. And I only cursed in my mind.)