Dawn O Watson/CNBNews Contributor
The other day I saw a neighbor putting a piece of paper on the windshield of my truck. Curious, I waited until she’d gone back inside and nonchalantly walked over to see what she’d written. I was excited, thinking it was an invitation to a party! Or perhaps the neighborhood was having a scavenger hunt I wasn’t aware of and this was her way of letting me know!
Much to my disappointment it was a note that said, “Parking on this street is limited to the owners of the houses. Please move your vehicle.”
Hmph. If that was a law, I must have missed it on the website.
Earlier in the year I received a note on which was written, “What you’re doing is illegal.” I thought about everything I was doing and came up empty. Maybe she caught me throwing my chewing gum into her recycle bin but other than that I couldn’t think of anything I was doing that would cause such chagrin.
And then there was the cryptic, “I saw everything”, that made 1972 into a guessing game when it was written in soap on my Datsun.
When I was in high school someone chalked the words, “Go to the prom with me”, on my front steps. It would have been sweet but what it actually said was, “Go to the prom with me, Kelly”. That is not my name. I stayed home waiting for a follow-up call, but it never happened. I was willing to change my name, but my mother would have been upset.
When I was a kid, I carved up an unfinished concrete sidewalk. Later, the owner of the property knocked on our door and yelled at my mom. When Mother asked how the person knew her child was responsible for the damage it was pointed out that I had signed my name. Later, my mother suggested that next time I write someone else’s name on my artwork. That was one of the few times I thought she was cool.
One of my favorite billboard messages was displayed at an apartment complex in view of a turnpike famous for its bumper-to-bumper traffic. It read, “If you lived here, you’d be home now”. You can’t argue with that logic.
With the current pandemic I’d love to write a notice that said, “If you can read this you’re not home. Get inside!” but I don’t know where I’d put it in a little town like mine. I guess it’d have to be written in the middle of the Delaware River facing New Jersey. Even then, some smarty-pants fisherman would have something to say about it.
I think we need to pick and choose which signs to believe. Perhaps the words that are written are false or simply an opinion not based in law. The same is true of social media—a statement is not necessarily a fact.
Don’t believe everything you hear and don’t believe every statement you read. And don’t put your snow shovel away just because you see a crocus—tomorrow that crocus could be buried in two feet of snow.