Brien and I were doing a little bit of birthday shopping for Tyler who will be turning 5 in a few weeks. We're having a backyard "Pirate/Swim Party" We're all super excited about it since we only have one summer birthday, Tyler always gets to have a pool party...but I digress.
We were driving down "Race Street". YES, that is actually the name of one of the main stretches in Searcy and we got behind a logging truck. Normally, I cringe when I get behind one of those things, possibly because I've watched too many movies where people run into the back of them and that never ends well. But, on this day it was a pleasant experience to be behind the truck.
You see in Arkansas (and I'm sure everywhere else), it's mandatory to put a red flag on the end of your load if you're carrying an over sized load. This truck had a red flag with writing on it! We inched closer to read the text:
|If you object to logging Try Using Plastic Toilet Paper!|
Now that's a thought to ponder over, wouldn't you say? One word comes to mind...OUCH!!! Keep on loggin' brother. :)