Cycling, walking and life all have one thing in common. There are signs around us to tell us which way to go, what turn to take and where our destination lies. And if that’s the direction we want to head, we need to follow the right signs.
Some signs are easy to see, as they are posted on steeet corners or smack bang with in the middle of the road, making sure they are visible to one and all, whether we are on foot or on a bike.
But there are times we avoid these signs and end up either lost, or so far away from our destination, we wonder why we didn’t follow them in the first place. Or why we completely ignored them in the first place.
It seems that street signs are the easiest ones to see and follow, if we choose to follow them and continue heading in the right direction.
On the other hand, signs in our lives can be a little more subtle and take time, and sometimes a very open heart to see, and then fully understand.
We need to look out for these signs that will keep us moving in the direction and ensure we follow the right path that will guarantee our happiness in the journey we want, and need to pursue.
And then there are signs which can’t be ignored, like the one at Maccas stating that all Maccaroons are half price with any coffee purchase. How could I ignore this one.
Sign, Sign, Everywhere a Sign-Five – Man Electric Band
Why is it that so many people insist on wearing their name badges from the seminar they are attending out onto the street for one and all to see? The only valid reason that springs to mind is that these people are in desperate need of a date and would like to be asked out for a coffee or lunch. Better still, perhaps a night out on the town and then a raunchy weekend for two.
But that is more than likely my imagination running rampant once again. It is more likely that they are too lazy to remove their badges and pin them back on once they return to the seminar.
One such badge caught my attention one day as I wandered the city streets in search of nothing in particular. It was when I stopped at a set of traffic lights and I caught sight of the very large badge pinned to his multi-striped shirt. Actually, it wasn’t the badge that really caught my attention, but it was his name that made me smirk.
The badge read ‘Timmy Smelles’. Not that there is anything wrong with his name, but you would think that he wouldn’t try and live up to his surname.
Even though it was a warm day, I wouldn’t say it was what one would call sweating weather. But Timmy had different ideas. Not only was he sweating, he smelt as he had been sweating for more than a few minutes. Nothing that a stick of anti-perspirent wouldn’t fix, or at least go half way to making him smell a bit better.
Well, that’s my spin on the situation anyway.
On another note in regards to name tags, I only just found out that name tags should be pinned onto the right hand side of the body and not the left, where most people tend to pin them.
The logic behind this is clear and simple (once it has been explained). When someone introduces themselves, they shake with their right hand. The line of vision will automatically follow the arm and stop at their name tag, making it easier for identification.
I should thank the little lady of the house for that bit of information. I can’t take credit for everything. Now can I?