So about that wine in illicit cups that I mentioned in my last post. It wasn’t that the wine was a problem. It was that the cups that we drank it out of that was.
I know what you’re thinking, wrong cups? Well, let’s just say our rental house was the best labeled space I have ever seen. Everything had a label, so you were pretty much ALWAYS sure what house it belonged to. Now, as someone with a beach house where people are always coming and going, I can see where the labels make sense to make sure your stuff stays at your house. Even if things like labeling every single hanger in every single closet do seem a bit extreme.
The thing that didn’t make quite as much sense, and gave us more than a few laughs, were the signs spread around the house directing us how to enjoy the house.
“Put your feet up, enjoy your time here. Please remember to place things back where they belong”
This one pretty much sums it up, but we had some other favorites around the house.
This is nice. Leave the paper for the next renters. But then you turn around. And are reminded again.
There were also a few helpful kitchen signs. Like this one:
You know, in case you forgot from home.
This is useful, because blowing a fuse sucks, especially when the nearest Home Depot is a good ways away, since you’re on a remote barrier island. But yeah, this is a bit much, especially since the appliances are right next to this outlet.
There were others, but I think you get the point.
Ironically, in a place where all the houses have names and most have big signs outside showing their names, there was no name sign. If we had stayed the whole week, we might have made one. To go with this fine view: