Karen Pearson

As a gift, I decided to get you the best birthday present one could ask for. Your very own papyrus post! It's dedicated to you. Hope you have a great birthday. You are fantastic! The best non-commenting reader I could ask for.

a day in downtown portland

and this is what I saw. As Travis, Jason and I were minding our own business, I couldn't help but to be visually assaulted by this sign I saw.

"Okay," I thought to myself, "many places use papyrus for big title text, it's not the end of the world." Then as we kept walking I got to the menu.

The gigantic menu. Here is where I learned that for these people, papyrus was not just some font that looked pretty, it was quite obviously the only font they ever touched. The entire menu was papyrus. And let me tell you it just classed the place right up!

I don't even want to see what these guys do for their Christmas cards, if they even believe in Christmas. Anyway, I documented the damage, apologized for causing a scene, and went on my way. The worst was over, right? Well as we kept walking, much like Lot's wife, I had to look back one more time. And there it was, the cherry on top. The damage was complete, papyrus flooded every side of that little greek stand.

I took a picture, then ran like mad, just hoping I wouldn't be turned into a pillar of salt.