Anyone who knows me already has realized that I am seriously immature at times. Here is reinforcement of that notion: a few days back, in order to avoid a serious accident on Gratiot, I was forced to take Nine Mile to Woodward. As I was finally nearing my destination, I noticed a little, probably abandoned diner in either Ferndale or Hazel Park. In the front window of the place, in white paint written in foot-tall letters was "poop." Definitely understated; someone was in the "less-is-more" mindset, and it totally cracked me up. It made my night!
To top it all off, I returned back to my place via the same route just to see the poop again.