A lesson in spelling

Driving around the city is full of reminders that life after high school never changes; High School is designed to shape and create the morons we have running our world.

For instance, one of the "senior pranks" from my class was the brilliant idea to tag the school. Everyone was lectured and threatened to lose graduation privileges because of this stunt, even those of us who would never participate in such rampant misspelling of the simple word "seniors." The school was decorated in "Senirs" for a week. The Sophomores had better luck tagging during spirit week that year, and they had extra syllables.

So one reminder of the idiocy was a hand painted sign that read "Alcoholics Anonymus" presumably directing drunks to a hideout to share stories and swap recipes.

Another, was the side of a train that had been taken over by some especially stupid baseball fans, who spray painted "RED SOCKS ROCK!" repeatedly. Well, they were consistent and technically spelled it correctly - hopefully they don't wear Sox.

Now, for some words of wisdom; translated, some rambling questions pulled out of my brain.

If one were to donate hair to Locks 4 Love, or some other wig creating charity, if the person receiving your donation commits a murder, are you automatically a suspect if the fiber evidence reveals one of your hairs?

How is it that statues that are sitting in a fixed state for hundreds of years feel eerily alive, yet human beings can be hired as mannequins for storefronts to fool shoppers on a regular basis? Ever walked by at change of shift?

Now imagine me, only spelling better than the average bear.