No Trespassing? No Shit!

Seriously. I find it confusing and oddly annoying when I see obviously occupied houses displaying signs that say "No Trespassing". No shit. It's like publicly proclaiming "please do not rob me." Like someone is going to walk up to rob you and be like, "oh, we're not supposed to trespass here, put your 9 away, we won't be busting a cap here tonight". WTF?!

 I have also noticed that 99% of the houses displaying these signs are houses I wouldn't approach, even if I was armed and/or invited.

I mean, I can see if it is a house that isn't clearly occupied, but the owner wants people to know it hasn't been abandoned...or a piece of land. But a clearly occupied home? Not so much.

When I was talking to a friend about it, she replied, "it's like an ADT sign." HA! But she was right. The "No Trespassing" sign is the poor man's "ADT" solution. NEWSFLASH...not quite the same. If you have to put up a "no trespassing" sign, chances are...you don't have anything worth stealing. Well, maybe the meth you are cooking...but don't fret, I'm not interested. 

It screams, "ILLEGAL ACTIVITY IN PROGRESS". That's it! Maybe it is like the tennis shoes on the wires outside of drug houses. It is letting the thug population know that they are among their own. Whatever it is, I think it is utterly ridiculous. 

I thought about taking pictures to accompany this blog post, but then decided I wasn't really looking to get shot. If that changes, at a later date...I will add some pics.

Some Things Just Aren't Meant To Be...

Most recently: me consuming TGIFriday's Potato Skins Snack Chips. I had a craving so I fished out 4 quarters from my wallet, since I didn't have any dollar bills, and head to the vending machine. I peer in and search for my much wanted snack. They aren't there. I am sad. I walk back to my cube (most likely pouting) and one of my co-workers tells me, what I was already contemplating, "just go to a different floor", so I go down a floor. Jackpot! Potato Skins galore on the 5th floor.
I put in a quarter, then another, third one clangs, and the fourth - the only one standing between me and my sweet snack goes right through and lands in the change dispenser. Are you kidding me? I pick it up and try it again. No luck. I look it over, ready to blame Canada. I can't - it's American. What the...So, I push the coin return and try again. The first 3 go in, no problem. The fourth one...spits out. So, I decide I want them bad enough, I will go back to my desk and get a couple other quarters to try.
I huff it back and pop in the 3 originally accepted quarters and a new guy. No luck - it spits out. Sooooo apparently this dumb machine has a 75 cent limit. Too bad nothing cost less than a buck. I'm ready to give up but now I'm hungry and want the freakin chips more than ever. I decide to try one more floor - I turn the corner thinking nothing can go wrong now, I have plenty of good quarters to choose from - and I end up right back where I started, at a vending machine, probably more than willing to take 100 quarters if I had them, but there are no Potato Skins to be found. I was sad. And Hungry. And out of patience. I walked back to my desk empty handed. Maybe next week...