Cranky Corner
I’ve developed a kind of weird affection for the place I’ve now dubbed “cranky corner,” aka the south-west corner of 14th and University. A boarded up construction zone anchors this intersection where Odd Job used to be, and somehow it seems to draw all the negativity in the universe into it’s embittered core. This is the corner where, last week, that guy spilled his coffee and started screaming “you’re so fucking worthless!” at the lady who had bumped into him. It is also the corner where I saw a guy almost get hit by an impatient SUV yesterday, and where today I spied this lovely piece of propaganda in the photo above. I looked all over the poster for fine print advertising something, but there was none. Seems it was just put there to be mean to all of the self-absorbed passers-by, which is kind of hilarious. On the other side of this construction wall, someone has started pasting up obituaries from the New York Times, which is also a nice bummer-enhancing addition to the whole design scheme. When I walked by on my lunch break today, the trash can across from this poster was fully on fire and was angrily belching black, foul smelling smoke into the air, as if it were a direct pipeline into the flaming torments of hell, but nobody seemed to care. If it had been on any other corner, I may have tried to alert the authorities, but on this corner, it just kind of made sense, so I let it go.