Driving from the Coachella Valley to Phoenix, we stopped for gas. I asked permission to take a picture of the sign at the cash register:
I wondered how often that sign has done its job of deterring prisoner pick up.
Not a sign sign as in something meant to provide information, but a sign of the times. Walking in our California neighbourhood, amongst the post-Christmas trash, there were boxes for Hatchimals, Superstar Buddies and a Quick Access Biometric Pistol Safe.
I guess I should feel safe?
Another commentary on today's lifestyle reminded me of this scene from the Robin Williams "Moscow on the Hudson." It's an entire grocery store aisle of cookies and chips.
Back home, B and I went for a walk along the main street of our new town. A charity thrift store displayed this one:
Looks like you'll have to wait until those children turn three before you can donate them.