This afternoon as I was driving across town, I passed at least six human sign holders. You’ve seen them: Those people at busy intersections holding a massive posterboard arrow, usually advertising new homes for sale or a tax free sale on mattresses. I was living in Denver the first time I really noticed one of these sign holders, and it made an impression. It was about 50 degrees out with a foot of snow on the ground, and this woman was wrapped up in about six layers of clothing with just her eyes peeking out through a scarf and knit hat. The sign she was holding was a picture of this guy with two siberian tigers and a big “Weekend Sale” headline. She was standing there rigid as a post, listlessly tilting the sign up and down. All I could think was, “How miserable must it be doing the job of a 2×4 and some nails?”
