Tonight, I came home from work. I brought groceries; among them was a pizza. I put the groceries in the kitchen and came out to the living room to say hi to the baby. When I returned to the kitchen, I found the cat on the counter, standing squarely in the middle of that pizza. (Thankfully it was wrapped in cellophane and there were no claw punctures in it.)
We went for a drive after dinner, to try to make the grumpy baby a bit happier. On the way home, we passed a sign which read "Schizophrenia Walk & Run". (Sorry. It was in an awkward location, so no picture.)
Does anyone else see the irony in the wording of this sign?
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