Whether I travel the world or simply walk near where I am based in the greater Atlanta metropolitan area, I notice signs. Metal signs. Illuminated signs. Signs, cosigns and tangents.
That tangent I took may be a sign that you may already get where I am going with this article — so resign yourself to some awkward humor even though you did not cosign up for it.
This new series of articles will feature five photographs of various signs which were spotted during my travels around the world — and for this second edition, signs of dining establishments in the United States are being featured.
Signs, Signs, Everywhere a Sign. Fun With Signs. Part 2: Dining Signs.
This sign is correct: I find a Whopper hiring all positions to be impossible, as a manager usually does the hiring of new employees. Lettuce see just how smart is this Whopper — who goes by the name of Patty — and I will not even mention her buns and her tomatoes, as that would reveal her saucy personality while simultaneously putting me in a pickle…
…and I was going to ask what the sign meant by “all positions” — but I have a feeling I am probably better off not knowing…
Do people actually return at a different time to refill their cups free of charge? “Yeah — I was just here four years ago when I ordered a small fries with that drink; and I’ve come back to refill my cup for free. No, no, don’t go out of your way — I’ll help myself.”
And since when do I have to push for ice? I mean, I realize that the ice cannot push the mechanism itself — and ice is indeed cool — but why should I have to push for it?!?
Are you asking me to join you for lunch because you are falling apart? Should I use tomato paste to glue you back together, as this is an Italian restaurant?
Perhaps you should collect yourselves and put yourselves together before dinner time comes around…
I think I would rather have reheatable food than order reheatable trays. Furthermore, I would have preferred freshly cooked food for the big game this past Sunday rather than reheat it — but you are closed on Sunday…
…or is the breakfast closed on Sunday?
Apologizing for being open is really not necessary. Really…
…but ironically, this restaurant has since apparently been closed permanently anyway.
Summary
Please also be sure to read the first article of this series which pertains to photographs of highway and road signs that I intentionally misinterpret…
…and I did not think you would have a beef of my featuring a photograph of a practically raw hamburger at the top of this article to illustrate as a symbol of my unpractically — okay, I made up a new word — raw sense of humor.
If you want to join in on the fun, please feel free to conjure your own interpretations of the signs which are featured in this article and post them in the Comments section below, as I enjoy when you do that.
All photographs ©2019 by Brian Cohen.
