Many places of business will have a sign somewhere on their windows or doors to indicate either that they are open or closed. It is something that I used to take for granted or not even consider, until I turned sixteen.
The reason why it started becoming salient at the age of sixteen for me was because that was when I started driving on my own, as well as when I was no longer subject to child labor laws while working at Runza.
I preferred opening shifts there, but occasionally had closing shifts there, and in either case, I always wanted to turn the neon “OPEN” sign on or off, respectively. In the former case, I would plug in (or turn on) the sign, and then declare, “LET THE GAMES BEGIN!” In the latter case, I would often hum some victory tune. Closing for Runza was at 22:30, and after the closing shift, I always went home and immediately crashed.
Prior to the age of sixteen, I may have noticed the “OPEN” signs, but must have taken them for granted, since salient places for me during my youth were always open when I went to and left those places.
In some sense, the “OPEN” signs are one of many details that I might get fixated on. Some of the signs flash in interesting patterns, in order to maybe be more attractive (color, flashing, “scrolling,” and more).
There are some non-electronic ones, however, which seem scary to me. For example, places that have “OPEN/CLOSED” placards on their doors are different, and I am sometimes scared by the ones that are red or orange, particularly the orange “OPEN” signs. For some reason, I associate the color orange on a placard with the orange-colored billboards advertising gun shows in Lincoln, and thus a sense of danger.
Indeed, OPEN signs are a neat phenomenon if you think a little bit about them.
Today is the one-hundred and nineteenth day of M.M.X.I.V. That makes seventeen weeks. (Whew!)
היום ארבעה-עשר ימים, שהם שני שבועות לעומר