On my way home, I glanced over at a parked truck and did a double take when I saw that this truck had a bunch of stop signs in the back. I wondered, why? Maybe, he collects them, gets them from odd places, you know the kind. Maybe, he's rebelling against the law, and stealing stop signs is the only way he knows how. Maybe, they annoy him by being in quiet places, where there's no reason to stop, or maybe because "stop" is too forceful a command, and we all know that one person who does exactly what you tell him not to do. Maybe, it's just part of his plan to build his own mini metropolis, and he needs stop signs for his smaller roads, because even fantasy lands need some structure too.
Maybe, I should ask him, but I think I'm better off dreaming here with pent-up breath than listening to a job description because his truck full of stop signs.
Stop Signs
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