Hey Kettle, It's Me. You're Black.

Driving down the interstate the other day, we saw a gigantic sign on the right proclaiming:  "Median Crossing Prohibited".  Of course being a scofflaw, I immediately had to have a look at said median, just in case I might want to break this rule at some point in the future.  I saw that the median has a rather large and very solid looking concrete barrier running down the middle of it.

Why bother to prohibit something that is physically impossible?  Are they going to start putting up signs that say:  "Switching Heads With Milk Cows Prohibited" or "Floating Above Roadway on Cloud of Pixie Dust Prohibited" or "Going the Speed Limit Prohibited"?  Sure, this would lead to a bonanza for sign makers,  but the rest of us non-sign-maker types would suffer.  Eventually we would all starting ignoring the signs that cry wolf and possibly miss an important one.  Like "Denny's: Next Exit".

Later on the same trip, I complained about a car ignoring a stop sign and pulling directly out in front of me.  My beautiful wife pointed out that I, as a scofflaw, roll through 98% of the stop signs I am confronted with.  I countered that only a select few of us can be scofflaws.  If everyone were ignoring stop signs, it would be anarchy.  We are a nation of laws and signs, people.  Obey them.  Because Alan might be coming the other way.

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