We were driving up a mountain road one day when we encountered a bus coming down the mountain our way. Nothing out of the ordinary about that. What was unusual was the sign on the top front of the bus.
Recycled Teenagers.
Hahahahahahaha. I laughed out loud when I saw it. Normally those signs say things like “Baltimore,” “Birmingham,” “Tampa,” or some other such destination, but “Recycled Teenagers?”
What could it mean?
I asked DH, and his response was that the bus was carrying delinquent teenagers headedfor rehabilitation. That made me laugh even more because as usual, our interpretations were exactly opposite.
I think the bus was filled with a bunch of old people pretending that they were teenagers again. To me, that’s a much more enjoyable thought that the bus was carrying seniors reclaiming their youth rather than delinquents trying to make a turnaround.
However, after thinking about it, I guess both evoke smiles and the promise of hope.
Perspective is two people looking at the same mountain. They don’t see the same thing from different juxtapositions. I like the idea that it’s a bus load of seniors instead of troubled kids. The latter is too sad and too prevalent in today’s society.
Yes, and we have different perspectives a lot of the time.
Recycling teens is dangerous because it concentrates that essence that makes them irritating… sort of like Industrial Grade Drama.
Ha! Recycled drama would be the worst!
Also, where do you live??? That picture is amazing – the leaves, not the cars or people…
This time of the year I wish I lived there, but I don’t. That’s near the Linn Cove Viaduct north of Asheville, NC. I’ll be posting more amazingly beautiful photos from there soon. We were there last weekend.