Look up (don't look up)

How great is it when the distance between the absurd and the rational is about two feet.
Walking along Elliott Avenue yesterday I saw this sign.
Chuckled.
Looked up. Saw the scene at right.
Looked down. Picture a sidewalk coated with a thick fresh frosting of bird shit.
Carried on, duly forewarned.
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