I passed the sign every day. Sometimes it wouldn’t catch my eye. But at least once a week I would stop to read it.

Some days, I would snort and walk on. Other days I would find myself thinking about it during the day.

Then came the day that I walked by and realized the sign was gone. But for one shred of paper sticking out of the pushpin hole, it might never have been.

For weeks I didn’t realize how much the sign’s absence bothered me.

Not til the day I made my own copy and tacked it up.