While passing the San Francisco Lighthouse for the Blind today, I noticed gigantic braille symbols on the front of the concrete building at third story level. They looked like a bas relief frieze.
Who, exactly, is able to read this? A blind person the size of Goliath on a scaffold? I don't want to think about it.
This is the kind of logic that makes clothing stores arrange their smallest sizes on the highest racks where short people can't reach them.
A few blocks further, at Bush Street, there was a stop sign which, from a certain delicious angle, spelled out "Stop Bush." I think it could catch on.
I'm thinking of going out with a sign that says "Will work for shoes." I'm still wearing flip flops due to a recent incident with a gas pump nozzle, but I love shoes. And someday I may be able to wear them again. I can wear ONE right now. My glass is half-full.
