The Unfortunate Broken Sign of the Week:

[captainsblog]

There used to be a local hair chain called Kids Cuts-R-Fun. It always struck me as a little creepy, with a lit-up smiling clown face in the window and, I always worried, way too many lollipops.

This location, at least, has long since gone paws-up, and as its above-door sign has deteriorated, the message conveyed by the remaining letters, together with that of the still-open Chinese place next door, is now creepier than ever:



Does this mean that an hour later, you'll be arrested for pedophilia again?

(Bad as this one is, it's still a distant second to the one in North Buffalo, where Lotsa Pets and Stuff has, for years, been next to the Good Food Chinese Restaurant.)

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On the subject of other incomplete signs:

Emily called in sick to school this morning, complaining of a sore throat and extreme fatigue.  After I'd gotten over my own more ordinary brand of morning fatigue, it finally occurred to me what that combination might mean. I came down with mono in my last semester of law school, and death seemed a much preferred option to how it made me feel back then. (On the bright side, I already had enough credit to graduate, and the disease saved me from moving in with a girlfriend that would have been the biggest mistake of my life.)

I took Em to see the doc late this morning, and her glands checked out on the probably-not side of the equation. They gave her 48 hours to see which way it goes, and if it's downhill she has a scrip for a full blood workup at the corner Doc-in-the-Box place.

Maybe they should put a storefront lab next to a Chinese place, a sneaker outlet and a pet store. Then we'd have

BLOOD SUCK    RUNNING     DOG        CHINESE RESTAURANT

Comments

[platypus]

My doctor didn't think I had mono when I went in complaining of cold symptoms and massive exhaustion. He kept trying to screen me for depression. He ran the blood test anyway, thank goodness. I never got terribly sick, but I slept away most of the semester.

[captainsblog.livejournal.com]

Did I swing and hit you in my Flist cut earlier this week? My serious bad. I had you mixed up with someone else from Wisconsin who I hadn't seen boo out of in ages.

I also mentioned your tale to Eleanor. She had the same experience in her 30s, only it was a therapist who insisted on her getting a blood test rather than a GP trying to refer her for counseling.

[platypus]

Actually, I was never on your friend list before. I added you a while back -- probably had an entry linked somewhere, but I really don't remember the circumstances -- and neglected to introduce myself. I'm a little shy about the "hi, I randomly came upon your journal and found it interesting" stuff. Which is also why I haven't commented very much before now, but I can't resist talking about the exciting world of mononucleosis. Don't feel obliged to read my journal or anything, but I do enjoy your entries :).