Ooook

My first flight was when I was 9 months old and I have flown regularly since then. Different cities, counties, continents. Been there, done that, and yet I find there are so many things that make my eyebrows vie with each other in a race to meet my hairline...

For example, the compelling sign just as we turn off to head home, offering:-

Convenience Store

Bait & Tackle

Barber & Beauty

Ooook. I'm just wondering if it's the bait and tackle specialist that does the barber and beauty or the other way around. I mean, technically speaking, barber and beauty is nothing but sophisticated bait isn't it? Well, maybe not that sophisticated. I wonder how many customers they have that use all 3??

Then, there's the classic enticement of the used sales car fraternity.... DIRT CHEAP CARS! with S A L E propped up against 4 of the best used vehicles, which the next day loudly shouts A L E!

Of course, it's just me that wonders if Tire House is just a place where tired people go for a restorative session, till I see signs for Tire Kingdom and offers for a free Tire if you buy 3....



Or for that mater, the humongous sign stating WORLDS BIGGEST SHELL FACTORY.... that explains why they're so uniform on the beaches? No one I'm with deigns to shed light on my dilemma and I remain perturbed.

But the most outrageous thing that not only shifted my eyebrows but wrings out a gasp of horror (yes, of the shock! Horror! variety) as the TV announcers plummy voice over proudly proclaims "The only show where the winner gets cut!". What?!?! 12 brides to be, competing and clawing with each other over several episodes for the chance of a lifetime to win not only their dream wedding but their dream body. You cannot be serious. But apparently, they are and happy to tell the viewers what bits of their face and bodies they want fixed. It takes me another 4 seconds to shut my jaws together. BRIDOPLASTY! Starting tonight....