I love the stop sign photo bomb...as if you would ever stop wearing pearls!
HAHAHA! I just noticed the stop sign. The industrial park where I work has a street that ends at a field, and that stop sign is on the gate. It's a dead end. I usually walk to the dead end and then turn around and walk a loop around my office building for exercise.
One day, this guy comes zooming up the street, and screeches to a halt at the gate. He does a U-turn and pulls up next to me, rolls down his window and says, "Where does this street go?"
I pointed in the direction he just came from and said, "It goes that way."
He said, "Thank you," and screeched off in the other direction.
Now if he'd asked me, "Where's the airport?" or "Where's hotel such-and-such?" I wouldn't have given such a sarcastic answer. Actually, I should be amazed that a man asked for directions at all. Bet he never does that again.