On one of the buildings across from our office building is this awesome piece of graffiti.
I am not sure why 1983 is the chosen year to grow up, but I laughed just as hard everyday when I see it as the first day I ever found it, years and year before I dreamed of working downtown. It seemed to be great advice to live by. I teasingly said it to Jenny when things didn’t go my way. Thought it in my head countless times as people whined. Have it center of my desktop background on our computer at home. I never got tired of it: It’s 1983, Grow Up!
Recently, I noticed the city, in an effort to clean up and revitalize the downtown, organized a task force. They pulled weeds, planted flowers and removed unwanted graffiti.
Never believing that my favourite saying was unwanted graffiti, I was shocked and appalled as rounded the corner to return to my office and found people, definitely born after 1983, with stiff bristled brushes and sudsy water removing my daily laugh.
All there is now is a few white streaks where once the greatest piece of graffiti existed.
Still trying to figure it out.
Good Luck. Keeping my fingers crossed.
As Always,
2 comments:
That's great! I love things that make you laugh over and over (especially if it was not meant to be funny in the first place!). So sorry they cleaned it up; you will have to keep your eyes open for a new laugh.
I don't think I ever saw this. BUT I think it's a sign. As in, it's the year your husband was born in! Yep, I think so.
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