Signs of the Times

The other day I passed a men’s restroom in a huge convention center. I was rushing down the long, curved hallway, already late for the next session. A few steps farther, the input from my visual cortex caught up to my thought processes, and I did a U-turn. I trotted back to the men’s room to gaze at the wall beside the doorway. There was a new symbol beneath the icon for “Men”. Remember when international symbols began to appear on the highways? I complained then that I couldn’t comprehend what they meant. I refused to even try to learn how to use Apple computers because of its graphic operating system. Every time I tried to use one, my language became pretty graphic, too! Fortunately the new men’s room signage had a text label that said “Change Table” or somesuch. When I read the words, I could understand that the symbol showed a baby in a diaper. A wet one, at that.

The times, they are a-changin’!