City Breaking Up Is Hard to Do
The other day I was on lower Queen Anne and I passed this sign, in a first-floor apartment window.
Lady—if you’re a lady—I love you and your 18 exclamation points. I’m sorry he left you. He’s a douchetard. You can do better. But I’m not sorry he inspired you to make this sign, because it made my afternoon. Seattle poets, are you paying attention? Look what this anonymous sign-maker does with so few words. One begins with the assumption that the maker of the sign is sad about the boyfriend’s leaving. But consider, again, those exclamation points. The other possibility—the opposite interpretation—is that she’s really freakin’ thrilled. And then what does one make of that hand-written postscript? “TONIGHT 10 PM—KNOCK ON WINDOW.” Now that’s sexy. Dudes, I’m guessing someone’s in the mood.
This photo, zoomed out slightly, bespeaks the location of this window—it is across the street from that new restaurant Moxie (you know, the one with the annoying tagline).
For what it’s worth, among the items I saw in the apartment window, the items potentially for sale, was a pretty great skateboard.
(Thanks, Briana, for the photos.)