A while back, Laura and I joined our good friends Lee and Jenni at a nice little Mexican restaurant in downtown Kansas City. We shared a few laughs and a couple bowls of chips and salsa while a four-man Mariachi band babbled away. It was a rainy Friday night and business was good. As we ate, person after person shuffled by our small, aisle side table. And as they did, person after person caught their shoe on the carpet of a slightly inclined stretch of floor.
After dinner I happened to glance over at the sign pictured above. Perhaps it wasn’t the floor that was tripping people up, maybe it was just the sign.