Tonight I was walking down State Street to meet Margaret and I passed by these signs. No one was standing by them or anything, they were just there.. on State Street. Any ideas?
I get e-mails like that all the time (I work for an online newspaper). Its either the Feds, The CIA, Castro or the voice(s) in their head. Strange but amusing.
While Wifey and I were walking our one-eyed wonder-dog this morning at 7am in the cold and wet miserable darkness of Tuesday morning I realised something. Oh shit, I’m going to have to do this all winter. Up to now,…
Thank you for posting this. I walked past it a few days ago and took a picture of it with my cell. Unfortunately it came out really blurry. This has got to be the most surreal act since “Kenneth, What’s the frequency?” Is there a story behind this?
Any chance you have a picture of the first message that he put out? It implicated the feds in fllowing him around, sitting in his 98 Chevy and injecting him with a new chemical around his heart. Signed, of course, Willie Caldwell.
I saw him yesterday – Willie Caldwell…he had a similar sign and was standing at the corner of State and Lake. I was waiting for a friend to have lunch at Potbelly’s. I walked over to this guy who was preparing to hang a sign around his neck and asked him for the time, he said he didn’t have it (in a nasty tone) and then said, “Look!” as he pointed to the Marshall Field’s Clock and said, “It’s five to twelve, ” and i thanked him and walked a couple paces away. Then he put the sign around his neck and i had asked him what the sign meant…here was the dialog:
Me: Hi, what does that mean?
WC: Maam, not in front of the sign, don’t stand in front of the sign…
Me: I moved out of the way and asked, “What does it mean?”
WC: Did you read it?
Me: Yes
WC: Well, if you don’t understand it that’s your problem.
Me: But-
WC: Maam, have a nice day…look it’s 12, you’re now running late.
Jean, I’ve been walking past this guy for months and yesterday I also stopped to talk to him. It was about 9:00 pm, our discussion was brief:
Me: I’ve been walking past you for months, what’s your story?
WC: (Trying to look mean/hard) None of your business…
Me: Well, you’re advertising, you’ve got a sign… you’re not trying to get attention?
WC: (Still looking hard) Look man, you asked and I answered.
Me: Fine, I don’t care then.
Seems kind of odd to me… this guy’s been wearing sandwich boards since… I guess october at least, and it’s “None of my business.” Appearantly, it’s nobody’s business unless you’re working at Channel 7, which begs the question: why doesn’t he just write them a letter? Exactly what is he trying to accomplish?
I’m going to carefully hassle him again next time I see him.
what are they taped to?
That’s quite funny.
they were being held up in that stand on the bottom, the background is a bus going by.
I’m guessing not only did he owe money, they took his private stash…That sucks!
8/
I get e-mails like that all the time (I work for an online newspaper). Its either the Feds, The CIA, Castro or the voice(s) in their head. Strange but amusing.
Pretentious // Dec 7, 2004 at 10:00 am
Our Dog & Crazy People
While Wifey and I were walking our one-eyed wonder-dog this morning at 7am in the cold and wet miserable darkness of Tuesday morning I realised something. Oh shit, I’m going to have to do this all winter. Up to now,…
Thank you for posting this. I walked past it a few days ago and took a picture of it with my cell. Unfortunately it came out really blurry. This has got to be the most surreal act since “Kenneth, What’s the frequency?” Is there a story behind this?
Any chance you have a picture of the first message that he put out? It implicated the feds in fllowing him around, sitting in his 98 Chevy and injecting him with a new chemical around his heart. Signed, of course, Willie Caldwell.
I saw him yesterday – Willie Caldwell…he had a similar sign and was standing at the corner of State and Lake. I was waiting for a friend to have lunch at Potbelly’s. I walked over to this guy who was preparing to hang a sign around his neck and asked him for the time, he said he didn’t have it (in a nasty tone) and then said, “Look!” as he pointed to the Marshall Field’s Clock and said, “It’s five to twelve, ” and i thanked him and walked a couple paces away. Then he put the sign around his neck and i had asked him what the sign meant…here was the dialog:
Me: Hi, what does that mean?
WC: Maam, not in front of the sign, don’t stand in front of the sign…
Me: I moved out of the way and asked, “What does it mean?”
WC: Did you read it?
Me: Yes
WC: Well, if you don’t understand it that’s your problem.
Me: But-
WC: Maam, have a nice day…look it’s 12, you’re now running late.
Me: You’re really mean.
WC: I like your hair though…
Me: Uh-uh – You’re really mean.
And then my friend showed up and we went to eat.
Jean, I’ve been walking past this guy for months and yesterday I also stopped to talk to him. It was about 9:00 pm, our discussion was brief:
Me: I’ve been walking past you for months, what’s your story?
WC: (Trying to look mean/hard) None of your business…
Me: Well, you’re advertising, you’ve got a sign… you’re not trying to get attention?
WC: (Still looking hard) Look man, you asked and I answered.
Me: Fine, I don’t care then.
Seems kind of odd to me… this guy’s been wearing sandwich boards since… I guess october at least, and it’s “None of my business.” Appearantly, it’s nobody’s business unless you’re working at Channel 7, which begs the question: why doesn’t he just write them a letter? Exactly what is he trying to accomplish?
I’m going to carefully hassle him again next time I see him.
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