I was driving on the Indiana Toll Road. I stopped for coffee. Since I was there, I stopped in the restroom, too.
“Man or woman porter in one of three restrooms.”
Someone is somewhere.
I laughed. I knew I needed a picture. I wondered what would happen if someone caught me taking pictures in the hallway to the restroom.
No one did.
And I went on my way unchanged.
I know. An ambiguous sign shouldn’t change me. And yet, I had noticed the uncertainty introduced into my life by this sign. And I realized that I need to pay attention to what I say in a way that will remove ambiguity from my audience.
(See? I can’t help myself. Let’s try again. “I need to be clear.” Much better. Okay. Back to the post.)
In several conversations since I saw that sign, I have been just as vague. I tried to tell people when my boss/colleague’s birthday was. I tried to tell Nancy several things. I tried to explain ideas at a conference.
Every time, I felt as ineffective as the sign.
Someone is cleaning somewhere.
You know what the problem is? I try to be vague. It’s ironic. It’s subtle. It’s easy. It’s lazy.
And it doesn’t work.
You know what I mean?