Setting me up for failure...

Thursday is finally here and I fly back home to enjoy the time with my family. As I am heading out to the airport in Milwaukee, as normal, I parked my car at the HD hanger and begin my stroll to the terminal. Unfortunately for me, part of this stroll has no sidewalks and I have to venture unto a grassy path until I get to the taxi cab waiting area. as I reached the end of this grassy path, I notice a small sign with a little green flag on it. It a warning not to walk on the grass since someone just applied some pesticides. Um, what? Where was the sign at the beginning of the path? I immediately jumped off the path into the roadway (there is no other avenue of rescue) and look at my feet. There are whitish chalk marks on the side, aka anthrax. Holy Moly Batman! So as I humiliate myself by performing the Indian tribal rain dance to get this off my shoes, I rant on how the hell I was not notified properly. What is the use of having it at the end? Did I miss the other one at the other end? No. Slowly my right leg becomes numb. Feels like a club foot (well, I assume that's how it would feel like). I drag my limp appendage along the side of the road. The only thing missing is me having a zombie look and moaning "AHHHHHH".... with my arms straight forward. Ok, I over exaggerated on that. But still, it could have happened. What would happen if I looked at the sign at it said "Warning, keep off, nuclear waste dumping site". I would have grown a third eye and a tail. Come on! (Actually, I would love to have a tail. Think about all of the uses you can get from it). In fact, that would make a great blog topic.
All for now, time to board the plane....