On Sunday morning, I took some time from my San Francisco trip to walk across the bridge. Unfortunately the rumor that there was a Starbucks in the middle turned out to be not true, so I turned around at the middle. But on my way back, I happened to notice a sign that made me chuckle. Read carefully.
Whenever I see a sign like this, I always think: “At some point, someone must have tried to drop a missile off of the bridge.” And then I think, “If I can’t make it half way across the bridge without a coffee, how the hell did someone make it carrying a missile.“
Oh and here is one more picture for my mom, because I know she worries….or I at least wish she did.