A recent fashion find from Grandma. Seeing how I don’t have the ego to put it on my child, it found a direct path to the Goodwill pile. As it peeks out at me from the top of my second-hand stash, I wonder if any teen fashion retailer carries the exact same shirt. If so, I’d pay full price and hold onto it until 2026. Big night planned? Want money? Need to take the car? Put on your uniform.
Reassurance: stepping into an elevator, watching the steel doors clamp shut, and as you ascend, glimpsing a sign: “In case of fire, use stairs.” Above it, a picture of a stick figure running down a flaming staircase.
By the second floor, I found myself imagining my last resentful thought if I were to ever find myself trapped in a burning elevator: Why the hell didn’t they hang that sign OUTSIDE the door?
I’m wondering if Walt Disney felt the same way when cigarettes came out with warning labels in 1966.