Last night, I hung out with college friends Kelly and Amy and their GFs in the Jefferson Park area of Chicago. We went for ribs at the Gale Street Inn, and then walked around for a bit and observed some unusual signage.
I believe this one intends to convey the message "No Tank Tops on Dudes," but the phrasing sure is strange. Like, what if you wore a tank top and just brought some sleeves with you? Technically, you'd be "accompanied by sleeves," thus fulfilling the sign's requirement.
And this second one, instead of a short message like "Pick up after your pet" goes for ultimate shock value. Dog waste attracts and feeds rats! Don't you see the pair of vermin lurking behind you and your dog? Pick that shit up!
Next, we went to a hookah bar. I had never smoked a hookah before and I liked it- it's a lot smoother than tobacco, and comes in different flavors, like apple or peach. The place we went to was a complete trip- note the tables of Arab men playing cards, and the TV- nope, that's not Al Jazeera, it's the Arabic pop music video channel! There was also a table of college kids who I am 99% certain were smoking pot from their hookah. In case you are wondering, hookah smoking is not safer than cigarette smoking, at least according to the Mayo Clinic.