I decided that this is a sign for a construction workers’ picnic.
I came home yesterday to find this sign at the end of the sidewalk. I can’t help but think it’s some sort of cruel joke that only construction workers really get, and that they sit there in their massive, traffic-clogging trucks laughing at all us losers who are constantly at their road-working mercy.
First of all, it’s not visible from the road. It’s not even visible from the parking lot. You can only read it if you walk down the sidewalk to the mailboxes, which doesn’t do much for the motorists. Second, what is this, someone’s lunch? Fresh oil and chips makes me think of when you go to an Italian restaurant and they give you a plate of seasoned olive oil with bread and things to dip in it. Or fish & chips.
Actually, that makes me kind of hungry.