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Every day after work I walk out the front door of my building, dodge an ashtray of burning cigarette butts, cross the street and pass a red pole. A couple of weeks ago, juking through the crowd, I came up right near the red pole, and went whoa! twisting my shit around the taped-on paper sign that said, probably, caution: wet paint.

Maybe a week of days later, same point in my day, jiving down the sidewalk, there's the red pole. Freshly painted, new sign, same message. Caution: wet paint. Didn't they just paint that thing?

Another bunch of days go by. Butts afire. Me easy on the street. New sign on the red pole. Caution: wet paint.

And again. I swear I'm not making this up. I've seen it like 5 or 6 times now.

—Jefe