{"id":1969,"date":"2010-05-15T16:52:54","date_gmt":"2010-05-15T23:52:54","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.emilymorganti.com\/blog\/?p=1969"},"modified":"2010-05-15T17:00:04","modified_gmt":"2010-05-16T00:00:04","slug":"stranger-than-fiction","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.emilymorganti.com\/blog\/?p=1969","title":{"rendered":"Stranger than fiction"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This morning Rosy the Wonder Greyhuahua and I returned from our walk to find this at the bottom of the street.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" src=\"\/blog\/images\/2010\/you-have-to-be-kidding-me.jpg\" style=\"margin-top:10px; margin-bottom:10px\"><\/p>\n<p>It took me a moment to realize that&#8217;s an arrow at the bottom of the sign. And a moment more to realize that it&#8217;s pointing at a used condom. (Or, at least, a condom that has been removed from its foil wrapping. I didn&#8217;t check it out that closely.)<\/p>\n<p>Now, we live in a nice neighborhood. It&#8217;s generally quiet. Children play in the street. The biggest commotion we experience is when the ice cream truck loops around the cul-de-sac playing &#8220;Do Your Ears Hang Low?&#8221; So I have to wonder who was ticked off enough that&mdash;rather than throwing away the condom, or sweeping it into the gutter with their feet, or simply ignoring it&mdash;they were compelled to call attention to it with a bright orange traffic cone and a sign in big red letters. <\/p>\n<p>Who is &#8220;me&#8221;? Who is &#8220;me&#8221; talking to? And how does the wine bottle tie in to all this? My writer self can&#8217;t help but see the potential&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This morning Rosy the Wonder Greyhuahua and I returned from our walk to find this at the bottom of the street. It took me a moment to realize that&#8217;s an arrow at the bottom of the sign. And a moment more to realize that it&#8217;s pointing at a used condom. (Or, at least, a condom [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1969","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-thoughts","post-preview"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emilymorganti.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1969","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emilymorganti.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emilymorganti.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emilymorganti.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emilymorganti.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1969"}],"version-history":[{"count":20,"href":"https:\/\/www.emilymorganti.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1969\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1989,"href":"https:\/\/www.emilymorganti.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1969\/revisions\/1989"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.emilymorganti.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1969"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emilymorganti.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1969"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.emilymorganti.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1969"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}