Like catchers, M. Night Shyamalan and lame pick-up artists, I like signs.
Funny ones, at least.
And it seems like there are no shortage of those in Chicago.
This morning, while walking through Wrigleyville, I spotted another one — several, actually — plastered on the front doors of apartment buildings.
In one line of hand-written scrawl accompanied by a phone number, it read:
“Do you need someone to walk your dog and get paid?”
Apparently, busy cheapskate dog owners look elsewhere.
Or, this guy will pay for the chance to walk your dog.