Many years ago I went back home and the above words were on a sign on the front door of my parent's house. My wife finally figured out that the doorbell was broken and we should knock.Turned out the sign said just that, only in the language of the Pennsylvania Dutch.
Why my parents decided it on a door in the middle of Nebraska, one can only guess.
The sign got taken down before it could make the This Is Broken Web site, a repository for broken things and bad customer experiences, but there's still hope for many, many other objects and experiences in our lives.
Like the bus stop that explains, "Buses do not pick up passengers here" or the Papa John's pizza coupon which promises "unlimited toppings" (the small print reads "maximum five toppings").
We're having Aquent Karaoke night tonight, we'll see if any of the staff voices make the list by Monday.
Aquent Karaoke--awesome! Do you guys have a regular joint you go to? I say you guys number the outings, so by the time you get to AK-47, you could really blow the roof off a place, y'know? And now that I know you're a former metalhead (just by virtue of having walked the Strip in the late 80s), you HAVE to do Sweet Child o'Mine.
Steph - isn't it just, though? Funny! Heck, we're on AK-1, and just trying to get the maximum number of us in the same place was hard enough. We should reach AK-47 by 2010. We mostly did a group sing, and though I was aiming at Hedwig and the Angry Inch's Wig in a Box, I'll have to save that for AK-2. We'll make T-shirts.