What did that say?

One of my favorite things is discovering odd signs while traveling from place to place. When you live as far out in the sticks as I do, you travel quite a while just to get to what passes for civilization around here which provides numerous opportunities for signage. When you live in Mississippi and travel a lot, it adds a special twist to the signs themselves. All of the signs in this post came from various places in Mississippi and I know nothing more about the signs than you do except where I saw each one.

This one was on the side of the road on my way home from work one day.

And really, what else can you do when you find a wandering hog? It’s not like they wear identification collars. I blurred out the last four digits on this one because I know how crazy some of you people are.

This one was in front of a diner The Dubya (a.k.a. Waylon) and I saw while walking down the sidewalk in Vicksburg. I promptly decided we should have a restaurant named this as well but with a few changes. It would be Cindy Lou and Po’ Waylon Southern Cooking & Catering.

Mom, Dad and I were on our way back from Columbia when I nearly put us in the ditch trying to read this next one. I’m still not totally sure what the top three letters/symbols/scrawlings are but I would love to know how this person came upon the conclusion that this combination of merchandise would have people pulling over to visit their establishment. Oh plus, what, exactly, do the ducks own? The snowballs or the snacks, as well? This was, by the way, in front of a house with a few permanently parked cars in the yard and I, again, blurred out the last four digits of the phone number because of some of you crazy people.

 

A few of my co-workers and I were returning to the mines after a lunch break and saw this next sign on a business on East Hardy in Hattiesburg. My co-worker was in mid-story when she stopped and said, “Did that sign say hooker??” Of coarse, I had to turn around and get a picture. Even though there was a tattooed, red bandana wearing man sitting beside the open window watching me crawl out of my little white Ford Taurus and get the photo through the six foot tall chain linked fence that surrounded the place. The girls were saying, “We’re gonna get shot!! Get in the car!!!” I can not begin to express how sad I am that they painted the whole store front white two weeks later and took down the sign. I mean, WHAT is better than an air-brushed mural of a Bald Eagle, dirt bike racing in the mountains and a business name with a fade job?? I’m sure I don’t know. If you do, please tell me.

Last but not least, the cream of the crop…

This one was on the side of the road while Waylon and I were traveling to Jackson. He saw it on the way up and I missed it so he was keeping his eyes peeled for it on the way back. He knew it would be greatly appreciated on my part.

Jesus Saves. Yes, He does. But why did they choose to put this message on a rearing bull? And why is the bull yellow? And why did they feel the need to paint the bull’s eyes blue? I’ve never seen a blue-eyed bull, have you? And what is the woman on her cell phone to the left of the bull and power pole thinking about us stopping and taking photos of her rearing, blue-eyed, yellow bull?