A collection of ramblings from a solitary being searching for expression. These streams of thought are his attempts to find beauty in darkness beyond the mere absence of light.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Blues Skies Engrish...
Last Easter Sunday, I decided to get a haircut in the nearby Bruno's barbershop. After my haircut, my neck was killing me. So I headed back to my appartment building. As I was about to enter my building from the back, I saw the "Blue Skies" sign. Blue Skies is a massage parlor in my building. And no, it's not the massage parlor you're thinking of. They give "legit" massages. I proceeded inside Blue Skies and asked for a 1 hour and 30 minute massage. But before I went into the room they designated me to get my massage, I asked if I can use their bathroom. After I took a piss, I noticed that there was a sign behind the door. You can only really see the sign if you closed the bathroom door from inside. Anyway, without further ado.
I'm not even gonna explain why I took a picture of the sign and why I'm blogging about it. I just laughed my head off when I read it. LOL!