Crested Butte, Call Your Editor

I saw a couple of signs during our recent trip to Crested Butte, Colorado, that just made me laugh out loud.  And because I am the tiniest bit tacky and lack self-control, I decided to write about them today.

At the restaurant where we had lunch, a sign read:

Alcoholic beverages not permitted to leave patio.  State law.

I had visions of glasses of margaritas and chardonnay trying to make a break for the surrounding mountains while patrons formed a human perimeter, trying to keep the beverages from violating state law.

In town, near a softball field, a sign read:

Caution:  Softball Crossing

In my mind, I saw softballs sprouting tiny little legs, sporting softball cleats on their feet, and scampering across the crosswalk trying to avoid the tires of oncoming cars.

Finally, near a pavillion in town was a trash container with a sign that read:

Comingled Trash Only

And I wondered, if I need to throw away a gum wrapper, do I need to wrap it up in a tissue or find something else with which I can comingle it before throwing it away?  I have to tell you, the legalist in me was just a little bit afraid of geting caught throwing away a single piece of trash in that container.

In any case, Crested Butte is a lovely town and I'm thinking, if this writing/blogging thing doesn't lead to anything, maybe I could just move there and offer to edit their street signs.