I saw this box of signs at Brimfield,
and I knew exactly what I had to do.
You know how it is. Sometimes there’s a crowd waiting to get in, chatting away.
And sometimes there’s a polite line.
I have a sign in the Big Barn, too.
Now all I need is a Boys sign for the goat’s stall. I could have purchased one that said Gentlemen, but that wasn’t quite right.