This is Binky. Yesterday he had his balls removed. Today he got a phone call from the Gingrich campaign soliciting his support. Coincidence? You decide.
Binky is the 6th cat in the household. You probably think he’s very cute, but the other 5 are non-committal. Even the two 3-year-olds find him ‘way too energetic and playful. Guido and I keep him entertained with string, rolled-up paper, little kitten toys, and surgery. So far, so good. Some breakage and spills, but nothing flammable or irreplaceable.
My lunch companion, who like most of the world is a more observant creature than I am, pointed out that it was upside down: the smoke should be rising.
A quick survey of the dining room revealed that every similar sign was also upside-down, and we discussed whether or not this was a positive or negative commentary on the installer(s). I lean toward the positive: he or she got it wrong, but paid sufficient attention to get it consistent.
My companion asked me whether or not I would continue patronizing this restaurant if whenever I did, and ordered the same meal, it came out wrong. We discussed this, too.
Please note that the window has the words FREE SMELLS in red neon. For several months I puzzled over who (or what) SMELLS is and why he has been incarcerated, inspiring this neon plea for his release. Then one day I figured it out. All by myself!
What makes it rather odd that I got confused by this is that years ago, when synagogues around the nation sported FREE SOVIET JEWS banners in response to some international crisis or campaign the details of which I don’t remember, I recall thinking to myself, “I wonder how many they’re giving out.” Which suggests my confusion reflex or instinct works inconsistently.
Perhaps that’s why I find the wrong but consistent signage in the Chinese reataurant admirable on some level.