This one might be hard to get away with, I’ve actually seen it many times in person. It’s at the Seattle Fred Meyer location in the Greenwood/Ballard neighborhood on 85th. It’s a split-level store, this sign is above an escalator that moves shopping carts between levels.
Difficulty comes from store security being accustomed to dealing with a pretty feral variety of homeless person. Nothing wrong with being homeless, but there are a tiny subset of people who genuinely prefer that lifestyle, and they tend to have significant mental health issues that contribute to that feeling.
I knew one of those homeless people that somewhat chose that life in Seattle. His name was Terry. We saw him frequently and would invite him to gatherings. Always a perfect gentleman.
He went through kind of a nasty divorce in his 40s and then about when he turned 50, his work van got stolen, which contained all of the tools of his livelihood. He told us that he decided he just wouldn’t play the game anymore. It was sort of a conscious renunciation as his only defense against total despair. This man was so sane it breaks my heart to remember him.
He had no people. A few years later we received a call from the county coroner, my girlfriends phone number was the only contact info he had on him, he still had the paper she had written it on for him. He had died on a rail embankment he walked to get to his encampment.
As someone who stole many signs in his life, go for it.
Which is your favourite
(that you can disclose without fully incriminating yourself)
Do banners count? That would be a banner for an upcoming show for a band I like. If not, then a road sign like this:
https://nadrogi.pl/userdata/public/gfx/2620/Znak-drogowy-A-17---uwaga-dzieci---folia-II-generacji.webp
And then I edited the larger figure to look like a priest, and called this sign “warning, pedos ahead”.
This one might be hard to get away with, I’ve actually seen it many times in person. It’s at the Seattle Fred Meyer location in the Greenwood/Ballard neighborhood on 85th. It’s a split-level store, this sign is above an escalator that moves shopping carts between levels.
Difficulty comes from store security being accustomed to dealing with a pretty feral variety of homeless person. Nothing wrong with being homeless, but there are a tiny subset of people who genuinely prefer that lifestyle, and they tend to have significant mental health issues that contribute to that feeling.
I knew one of those homeless people that somewhat chose that life in Seattle. His name was Terry. We saw him frequently and would invite him to gatherings. Always a perfect gentleman.
He went through kind of a nasty divorce in his 40s and then about when he turned 50, his work van got stolen, which contained all of the tools of his livelihood. He told us that he decided he just wouldn’t play the game anymore. It was sort of a conscious renunciation as his only defense against total despair. This man was so sane it breaks my heart to remember him.
He had no people. A few years later we received a call from the county coroner, my girlfriends phone number was the only contact info he had on him, he still had the paper she had written it on for him. He had died on a rail embankment he walked to get to his encampment.
Terry always kept it real.
Rest in peace, Terry. That type of person is always the most interesting to be around. The best conversations I’ve ever had have all been outdoors.