There is a good chance that this post falls under the "TMI" category, but I'm going to post it anyway. Perhaps it will bring a smile to your face this gloomy (at least here in central Indiana...) Monday morning...
I was texting with my sister Barb last night, and we were both reminded of a funny childhood memory we share. As you probably know, if you've been keeping up with my cancer adventures, I've been having some serious issues in the bowels area, specifically where toileting is concerned.
I told you....TMI....
So I was looking for an emoji to describe my current situation, and I found (amazingly enough!) a toilet emoji. These days I'm spending way too much excruciatingly painful time sitting there and I can't be too far from one at any time, if you know what I mean.
Anyway, in my perfect emoji search I came across this sign, which triggered the funny memory.
Barb and I are old enough (I know...hard to believe...) to remember days before interstate highways made travel so much more streamlined. I remember many trips to North Carolina on regular two-lane roads, curving through the mountains and throwing us from side to side (no seatbelts back then!) in the back seat as we went around hairpin turns right and left all the way through the mountains.
When the interstates were built, travel was much different. There were official rest areas along the way, and this sign above was always on the "Rest Area" sign. We assumed that the sign meant "Restroom" for anyone who couldn't read.
Don't laugh. Can't you see how a child might understandably think this was a sign for a restroom?!
And when we pulled into the Rest Area, there would be these signs painted on the pavement closest to the entrance. We thought those were for people who really, REALLY had to go very badly...they got the closest spots to make a dash for the door!
We really knew no "handicapped" people in our world. Although we did have two uncles (one with a crippled hand and the other with only one leg) that today would be considered "handicapped," they certainly didn't apply the label to themselves and we didn't consider them to be handicapped at all.
So the idea of a handicapped person wasn't even on our radar.
The innocence of childhood sometimes makes for...
...a funny memory.