One of the true pleasures of traveling with my mother are the unintended moments of humor created by her slightly unsure distance vision. Just two examples: while driving into a truck stop in Texas, looking for a place to get a bite to eat, she said, “How about Texas Wieners; that sounds good!”
“What? Where’s does it say that?” She pointed to a shop ahead that advertised “Tires and Wrecking Service” on its sign.
Then yesterday, somewhere in Louisiana, she asked, “what did that sign say?”
“Falling Waters State Park. Why?”
“I thought it said ‘Flying Waitresses’.”
I look forward to hearing more misread signs in the days ahead.