The roof, the roof, the roof is on Fire...we don't need no water, let the..............

This morning on my way to work, i drove down University Blvd past the Private Gallery and there he stood.

In the bigger cities, one might find him/herself face-to-face with a man in a hotdog outfit (suit?)...i am reminded of a particular Sex and the City episode. One might find him/herself face-to-face with a man/woman wearing one of those sandwich boards...

Today, i saw a man in a fireman's outfit...Why? at 10:00 a.m., he was already getting people in the mood for Firehouse Subs---topped with meat.

That's what the sign he was holding said: "Topped with Meat"...doesn't sound so appealing to me, but you never know.

In sub-zero temperatures (or 55 degree weather), this poor Fire (House Sub) Man was standing out on the corner, waving his sign...and the poor fellow was talking to himself. Now, i can't read lips, so i don't know if he was cursing the wind or what...but those lips were definitely a'moving.