Signs of the Times
On one of my first days in Fresno I saw a large sign that read "Free Dirt" posted on a house fence. That was just the start of the strange signs for even stranger products that I encountered during my visit.
This one baffled me until I discovered that this is reverse advertising. They're actually offering low price smog minimisation, not the smog itself.
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This next one I like a lot. In Fresno, you can just pop out for a Mexican dinner and a sword.
Essence of California. Aging hippy distributing free hugs to passers by. I secretly wanted one but was too Australian and uptight.
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San Francisco. Before you look at the close up of the sign below, please note that there is plainly not a bench anywhere in this first picture.
I try to understand, but my head hurts.
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