While traveling America’s highways recently, I’ve noticed a
distinct increase in the number of “instructional” and “informative” signs
hanging on overpasses and adorning roadsides. These electronic reminders, in
place thanks to a generous, benevolent, and caring government, helpfully remind
us to obey the law. Among other things.
On a
recent trip from my home in "the cities" to our family’s summer cottage, only a
few miles into the journey a sign informed drivers: “Buckle up…it’s the law.” A
bit further on another informed us:
“Extra DWI enforcement this weekend. Plan to drive sober.” Whew! Damn
good thing I saw that one. I was going to stop and get hammered
before attempting to continue on my trek. Not five miles down the road from there, a brightly lit sign proclaimed to
drivers stuck in stop and go congestion: “Air quality alert, no idling.” Really? Has
anyone who ever got into their car to go somewhere had an overweening desire to
stop dead for no reason in the middle of a three-lane freeway? Twenty miles
down the highway this message
appeared: “Road closed at County 25, take alternate route.” It did not, however,
state what alternate route to take.
It
dawned on me that perhaps it may be the road construction and extra police cars
on the highway that are causing the
traffic jam and forcing drivers to
sit idle in the congestion.
It wasn’t long before this gem came into view:
“Air quality alert, take fewer trips.” Well, if I wasn’t already on this trip, I wouldn’t
have seen this plea not to go on any more of them, Sherlock.
Roughly
20 minutes later, another sign appeared, this one asking drivers to “Look both
ways before crossing the street.” Half-way to my destination, a new message
came into view: “Eat your vegetables.” This, I thought, was a little excessive.
Approximately 15 miles further on, the nighttime roadside was emblazoned with
the mantra, “Don’t play with matches.” Five minutes later motorists were
admonished that “April 18th is the last day to pay your taxes without
penalty.”
Then,
passing through the last town before the turn-off to our cottage, travelers
were electronically interrogated with these words: “Have you called your mother
lately?”
Thanks,
MNDOT. Thanks, Big Brother. Thanks, Uncle Sam. I couldn’t have made the trip
without you.
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