For some reason there was a puddle of, at the time, unknown liquid on the floor of the Union, just outside the bookstore and just beyond our table. After careful consideration we determine that the liquid is a spilled Mountain Dew. A couple people walk by, slip, and one fortunate girl was able to fall into the table and catch herself before landing on her cute little ass. Paul, being the awesome, caring and considerate person that he is was nice enough to move a wet floor sign from in front of the Bookstore to right over the top of the spill. Though it might have been more effective to let a janitor know about the spill, this move was at least a warning for passer bys. But by this time the spill had been kicked around and little puddles formed all around and in certain areas past the sign.
Needless to say, just moments after Paul placed the sign over the spill, did another person slip and fall. Right after we finish chuckling at the irony, another person slips, but this time falls on their bum.
As you can see, the spill is clearly labeled, with a caution and everything. Yet another dozen people slip and/or fall. One person in the process of falling, spills their cup of water, leaving an even bigger mess, and causing more people to slip, fall, and swear.
((I do want to add that, while taking pictures of the sign, I did not slip, however, being that I was wearing flip flops, the soda from the rogue puddles went into my flip flops, clung to my jeans and made me foot squeak all the way back to my seat. It was gross.))
So although Paul did, to the best of his ability, to help those helpless, ignorant students here on the UWM campus, apparently a big yellow sign in the middle of the walkway wasn’t enough to stop people from slipping on the wet floor. Better luck next time Paul!