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So, I’m driving the other day – set the scene, tunes bopping, sunglasses on, make the universal imaginary driving action with your hand, ok, go – when I passed a sign for flying deer that sparked this post.

You know, the sign they post whenever there is a corn field or more than three trees in a row, to alert you that wild life may try to take the right of way regardless of the laws of physics. Under the picture of the reindeer (seriously, it’s a flying deer. You’ll never look at those signs the same) it said 8/10 mile.

There is a point to this random post.

1) I have always wondered who keeps the deer in check. Unless there is a GIANT electrical fence, what keeps that deer in the allotted area as designated by the sign? Really, shouldn’t it just be – wildlife… you know everywhere? Just keep an eye out. Not just in the areas where flying deer are marked by yellow signs. Because, if it’s not flying deer it’s most likely pedestrians, either way, don’t hit them.

2) 8/10 of a mile? Really. Round up. No ones figuring out where the 8/10 ends so that they may speed up and drive like a maniac in a deer free utopia.8/10… Flying deer, next mile. And probably further. Keep it simple.

3) Lastly, who’s teaching the deer fractions. 8/10. That’s the best we could come up with? We didn’t even bother to reduce it. 8/10… I am not even very proficient with fractions – so who is sitting out there training these wold creatures to stop and turn about when they reach the last 2/10 of that mile – especially with that tasty corn field on the other side of the street.

Ok, maybe there wasn’t a point…

 

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