Keep out. Unless You are Me.

There’s always one who thinks the rules don’t apply to them.

Perched above a “Keep Out — Private Property” sign, this colourful local appeared completely untroubled by the instructions below. No appointment. No invitation. Just a confident arrival and the unmistakable air of someone who pays the rates.

Perhaps the sign was meant for me.

I took the photograph and left quietly. Nobody wants an argument with the property manager.