I realise that I’m in a fortunate position in not having a mortal enemy in life, but sometimes I feel like you’re not really living if you’re without one.
As such, I’ve decided that the person in charge of this sign is the antagonist in my life story. Barely a week goes by without my ire rising for one reason or another when I look at these signs.
A happy HOUR cannot last from 2-7! Is this the end of civilisation?
And what in the name of all that is holy is a Margartia?
I have not finished with you, Baby A sign writer…