Friday...

Most Friday evenings I hit Happy Hour at a local restaurant (think red stripes and Office Space) with a bunch of people from my part-time job at the pool. They've made a bunch of renovations over the last few months, but we noticed a new change this week. On the glass pane next to the entrance (a single door) was taped the following sign:

This
is
not
a
door

Apparently, The Bartender told us he'd watched something like nineteen people in the course of the day faceplant into the window, expecting it to be a door. Sober people. Like, at lunchtime. Now, this might be understandable if the pane was centered with the walkway.... but not so much. You pretty much have to veer left to run right into it. Somehow, one particularly intelligent person managed to split their lip open hitting it, hence the sign. At least the staff had the entertainment for a little while...