This stop sign is at the end of my street…evidently. I have no recollection of this stop sign being in existence before the very moment I took this picture. I don’t feel like I’ve been running a stop sign every single day for the past 5 years, but I’m also not saying that I haven’t run a stop sign every single day for the past 5 years. Everything is possible, right? I could also stop every day and I don’t even know it, as though I’ve been on autopilot for a very, very long time.
Oh, and that poppy on the street sign. Do you people have those on signs for streets named after war veterans? Is that a universal thing, or just a Canadian thing, or just an Ontarioian thing, or just in my town? Anyway, there it is and there’s that new (?) stop sign and here I am, dumbfounded that I have absolutely no memory of this, whatsoever.
UPDATE: I stopped when I left home at lunch and it felt sort of natural, so I think I probably don’t run the stop sign everyday. Which is good. What’s not good is how I can be completely unaware of my actions for such a long period of time. So weird.