Not A Through Street
Our bumpy, potholed street had no outlet, and a sign reading “Not a through street” was posted at its entrance. For years I watched through my window as cars rumbled down the battered roadway.
One day I looked outside and was delighted to see that a crew had finally been dispatched to do the repaving. When it appeared as if the job was done, one worker ripped a piece of tape from a roll he kept in his coveralls pocket. He walked over to our road sign and covered up a couple of letters.
When he moved away, I saw that the sign now read “Not a rough street.”