Signs of the Times part X

This is in a boutique window. This is sexist, right? I think it is.

The type of people who dress their kids like gangsters do seem like they would take advice from the top of a Reader box.

"Last night I stayed up late playing poker with Tarot cards. I got a full house and four people died."

Frankly, I don't find either of these butts attractive.

Tiny Leg and Signs of the Times (no commentary needed)

Street Eats

Around 10pm on Saturday, this SUV pulled up to the locked bathroom at the Turnaround (where CTA Buses, uh, turn-around and drivers take a little break. It's at Halsted and Belmont.) It was blaring Mexican music. A man and woman got out of the car and he unlocked the bathroom for her. For a minute they kissed in the doorway and my friend and I whispered, "Please both go in. Please both go in." They didn't. The driver went behind the little building and peed against the wall.

"I'm not even supposed to be here at the Irish Oak today!"

I love this sign. The photo is just the cut-out top of the box containing the frozen pot pie. Which, of course, anyone could buy in any store.

Random bag of popcorn.