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Uh-oh. Am I going to die?

It’s still dark as the big dog and I round the corner. Something on this sign catches my attention, so we double back to grab a photo. (I’ve learned to take a photo of anything that grabs my attention.)

I wondered about the dark black time at the bottom. Re-used an old sign? Changed their mind about the start time? Whatever.

But what about that little sticker up top?

A California warning about “cancer and reproductive harm.”

That sounds serious. Was I taking a chance by getting close enough to take a photo or read the warning sticker? Did the people who wrote the address and time touch a dangerous substance? Would your air be contaminated if you had this sign in your house? Was this warning sticker only for someone who might take a bite of this sign?

It’s California proposition 65. Harmful chemicals may have been used in the production and printing of this sign. The list is 900 chemicals long. And one must be exposed to them daily over a span of seventy years.

Whew. I’m safe for the moment. Only one minute for one day for me so far. Come on, big girl, just keep walking.