I was unable to hit the road anytime over the week and thus, have no new tales to publish today. Unfortunately, I am also out of stock of older stories to regurgitate in this space. So, here’s one straight from my current habitat; one, that reminds me of home, the cultural capital of god’s own country.
A few months back I came upon the above sticker outside the RPI bookstore. Interested, a wee bit, I captured the poo sticker on my camera phone, never realizing one bit what it stood for. It was a time when humor-tinged notices and posters were coming up at different places on the campus. Nevertheless, I never once thought why a bookstore would put up with s**t.
I guess, I just assumed it was part of a joke, one that I just did not get. How wrong was I?
