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NONNIE'S PHOTO A DAY: Dumpster Signs


essential, ugly
for rubbish from apartments
warning: no parking

more at Lesley's Signs 2



Hoosier Quote:
“It seems like you can’t buy anything any more that 
lasts as long as the old one.”
~Frank McKinney Hubbard~



Comments

Jim said…
You say dumpster, we say a skip bin.
Gerald (SK14) said…
Those are quite large - maybe you have though less of a problem with fly-tippers
Tom said…
Best Way must be a common name in the trash business, we have one here. Tom The Backroads Traveller
Wouldn't think too many would be tempted to park by a smelly dumpster!
Photo Cache said…
That looks like a large dumpster.

My SIGNS, SIGNS
Mari said…
Yeah I agree with Sally, I don't think someobe would park near the dumpster. Having a sign for dumpster is good tho.

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