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Signs of Life: Part 31

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From time to time during my travels, I come across signs that I find interesting for one reason or another. Sometimes, they contain clever writing, are humorous, or remind me of some place or event. Here are some from trips to the Czech Republic, Germany, and the UK.


Interestingly, as I asked the waiter just how good the food was at this place, his nose got longer and longer!


With hairdressers' names like that, what could possibly go wrong?


This on a men's barber shop. However, I'm not sure I'd want a treatment that came "without warning."


If I understand correctly, a dormouse is a rodent, and we certainly wouldn't want one of those in a bookshop!


At a first glace, this sign seemed to be about getting high on drugs and being drunk. However, on closer inspection, I saw that it was a jewelery store and that the O in the first word was a ring!


Another hairdresser, but I have to say that I'd never seen an organic one.


"What big teeth you have!" "All the better to eat your sandwiches!


When my son was quite young and wouldn't eat his raw vegetables, I told him that carrots were good for his eyesight. After all, rabbits eat carrots and you don't see them wearing glasses! And then I came across this sign!


Although an apothecary is a pharmacy, this place was a bar and restaurant. Apparently, Mr. Postles' "innovative thinking is portrayed in the extensive range of magical potions and eccentric elixirs on sale at the counter."


Well, that certainly narrows down the sorts of things this place sells!


Geting connected, with nature, sounds like a fine idea.


There I was in London, killing time between an afternoon matinee and an evening theater performance, when I came across this eating establishment. Many of the people around me were German-speaking tourists, and we all agreed that Herman the German's wurst was indeed the best!


Well, I've heard of various kinds of co-operative business, but I'd never come across one that handled funerals. Why not? Any how, it adds some intersting possibilities to the wife saying, "Dear, I'm just going to make a quick trip to the co-op! Have you seen my casket; I mean basket!"


Yes, those are bullet holes! And the barbershop seats were upholstered in military camoflage-patterned cloth!


The instructions at this place seem to be quite straighforward.


My first thought was of mace spray, and how the staff might use it to keep order in the classroom. Not many repeat offenders, I expect!