I’m feeling a bit random today, and luckily the random absurdity has been piling up. I saw the sign pictured above during a recent visit to UNC Hospitals. I thought it was a bit zen for a traditional western medicine establishment. “Actually, I first noticed “Remember 3C and thought, “There must be a ‘Remember 2B,’ and drove around until I found it. My apologies to anyone who had recently had a major organ removed who might have been waiting on the sidewalk in a wheelchair.”
At the hospital, I also saw this, on a Mustang. I will make no further comment other than to direct your attention to the handcuffs hanging from the rearview mirror.
There’s a banner ad that keeps popping up on Yahoo aimed at people who suffer from acid reflux “or GERD, which will always sound like an East German weightlifter to me”. It reads, “Bowl of pasta, or bowl of pain? Bowl of Pain needs to be the name of a band right now. Get on it, people.
The Hardback Café used to put a chalkboard out front with the specials on it. One day it read, “Gazpacho: the cold soup of Spain” a quote from the Pepper’s Pizza menu. Later in the day someone changed it to “the cold soup of pain” and still later it read, “the cold soup of space” I can never hear gazpacho mentioned without thinking of that and telling the story, often to people who have heard it four or five times.
Finally, randomly, I got an email from a friend the other day who is a highly-accomplished professional in his field. He was mortified to notice that he had let the Microsoft Word autocorrect feature get a bit away from him. In a proposal to a client, he meant to say he would “provide coaching and feedback to others” What he actually proposed was that he would “provide coaching and feedback to otters”
If that’s a real job, I want it.