I spent last week in Columbus, OH for the 75th General Convention of the Episcopal Church. I spent the week visiting legislative committee hearings, sitting in on sessions of the House of Deputies and the House of Bishops. I was even present when the announcement was made of the selection of the Rt. Rev. Katherine Jefferts Schori as XXVI Presiding Bishop of the Episcopal Church. Very Exciting. I also spent some time with other young adult Church Nerds (that's a technical theological term), discussing vocation and spiritual practices. I was bewildered by the exhibit hall on more than one occasion (think IKEA with church-related paraphernalia instead of furniture), but not too bewildered to drop over $100 at the Church Publishing booth. *sigh*
All of this was very fun and very enlightening. However, no part of my visit to Columbus was as entertaining as the drive home. I parked for about half an hour on I-65 somewhere between Elizabethtown and Bowling Green. I got out. I took a (newly-purchased) book out of the trunk. I read a couple of chapters. Mercifully, traffic started moving again, and I was in a pretty grumpy mood. That is, until I made it to Nashville. Nashville is that point in the drive where you say to yourself, "I'm almost home!!" and it brightens your day a bit.
Little did I know that Nashville had one more surprise waiting for me on I-40 westbound. There, on the side of the bridge was a bright red billboard with the words, "I pooted." That's it. No logo, no phone number, no website... just, "I pooted." I doubled over with laughter. I am not making this up...
All of this was very fun and very enlightening. However, no part of my visit to Columbus was as entertaining as the drive home. I parked for about half an hour on I-65 somewhere between Elizabethtown and Bowling Green. I got out. I took a (newly-purchased) book out of the trunk. I read a couple of chapters. Mercifully, traffic started moving again, and I was in a pretty grumpy mood. That is, until I made it to Nashville. Nashville is that point in the drive where you say to yourself, "I'm almost home!!" and it brightens your day a bit.
Little did I know that Nashville had one more surprise waiting for me on I-40 westbound. There, on the side of the bridge was a bright red billboard with the words, "I pooted." That's it. No logo, no phone number, no website... just, "I pooted." I doubled over with laughter. I am not making this up...
Apparently, this billboard has something to do with the Cartoon Network, and there have been sightings all over the country as far north as Rhode Island. That is really immaterial to me. I am just excited that someone thought to put up a billboard that says, "I pooted." That person is my hero for the day.
P.S.
When you type the words "i pooted billboard" into Google, it asks "Did you mean 'i pooped billboard'?" Reminds me of Brick Tamland from Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy.

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Thanks for stealing my photo without issuing credit. Not cool.
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