Double Flee A

At dinner last night, at Bryant Lake bowl, I looked across the street at a sign.

LEE'S SHOE
zipper leather repair

I stared at it. Something was trying to reveal itself to me. The lovely Joyce very kindly ignored this strangeness.

Then it hit me. The sign could have said:

AL'S SHOE
and anagram repair

I wrote it down, showed it to Joyce, and was mysteriously still only half-vindicated. Life is like that.

posted by dale @ 10:40 AM