Recently I was at a gas station in a strange-to-me part of Salt Lake City refueling my rental car before returning it. A neon light in a window across the street intrigued me because it was almost too hard to read. While staring and staring at it, I made out the word 'Toes'. Toes? That's an odd word for a neon sign. It got me laughing! Who advertises toes for their business? What could they possibly be doing? Pedicures? Toe-sucking? Selling toe-socks? Or maybe it was an acronym for a secret club that meets there, like 'Tyrannical Ogres with Elfin Sisters', 'Truly Obstinate but Egalitarian Siblings', Thick Oceanic Eel Schools', 'Totally OK Ebony Saints', 'Tenacious Ogres of Elegant Sincerity', or 'Talking Often with Epic Silliness'.
As I drove away from the gas station I got a clearer view of the neon sign, and the word was a lot more mundane than I imagined. It simply displayed 'Taxes'.
As I drove away from the gas station I got a clearer view of the neon sign, and the word was a lot more mundane than I imagined. It simply displayed 'Taxes'.
