A Sign of the Times?

I was parked near the front door of a new business in my town yesterday which sells whatever products and equipment are needed for today’s practice of vaping by some people who do it as a way to kick the smoking habit.

What I know about vaping could be written, double spaced, on a very tiny yellow sticky note, but I noticed a sign by the entrance to potential customers entering the establishment that NO VAPING would be allowed on the property.

What an odd declaration to make, I thought, to people interested in whatever it is the business hopes to sell them.

I am sure there are good reasons for the proprietors of a store selling vaping products to outlaw vaping on its premises, but I wonder what the outcome might be for other businesses that might be tempted to follow their lead.

On the wall outside the entrance to Elmer’s Eatery, for example, I am wondering if a sign commanding NO EATING would entice the hungry to hurry on in.

By the entrance to the Nodding Off Motel: NO SLEEPING. At Billy Bob’s Pub: NO DRINKING. At the Mailed It Post Office: NO LETTERS or PARCELS. At the On All Fours vet clinic: NO ANIMALS.

I know I am missing something in all this and realize there could be a fiery response or two to my piece. So, in the spirit of things, I probably should post this notice: NO READING!

©2024 Jim Hagarty

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.