A couple of signs have recently caught my eye, both of which are reminders that we live in Texas, and in a not entirely civilized part of the state at that.
The first one was on the front door of our post office…which is located about a mile from our house as the crow flies (assuming the crow flies in a straight line; I don’t really know much about their flight patterns).
An unwritten rule: Always hike with someone slower than you.
There are people in our neighborhood who claim to have spotted a mountain lion up the hill past our security gate. I’ll take their word for it; personally, I’d much rather have the occasional bobcat passing through.
Then there’s this sign.
Y’all be in Texas now.
“So, what’s the big deal?” you’re probably thinking. “Every sporting goods store in the country has a sign like this.”
Of course. But does every hospital gift shop? Well, hoss, maybe you’ve been going to the wrong hospital.
I haven’t been in the gift shop to see exactly what kind of camo (scrubs? bandages? bedpans?) or hunting items (12 gauge needles? slingshots?) they stock. But I do find it interesting that the hospital sells hunting items but guns are not permitted on the premises.