the offending item
I know when I sit down to dinner, I’m hoping to sit near the FIRE RISER. It just makes me feel safer somehow. So when I walked in this morning to this sign, I thought to myself, “well, this will be the table people fight over: the one facing this sign that screams, “SAFETY!” As it turns out, the fire inspector told us that signage was only necessary outside, thus the next incarnation of the sign:
ugly, ugly ire.
In any case, the sign eventually came down and now our guests can eat at table that instead screams, “THIS COULD JUST AS WELL BE A BROOM CLOSET! BUT AT LEAST YOU DON’T HAVE TO STARE A A HUGE SIGN WHILE YOU EAT!”