On trashy Bens

I don't actually know any trashy Bens, but I do have a picture of one of my favorite misspellings ever:

About six years ago, I was driving home from class and I fell asleep and totaled my car (but my only injuries were airbag burns - I think the Lord took over the steering while I snoozed.) So when I went back to the scene of the nap to take pictures of the guardrail that I split wide open, I noticed that receptable labeled "Trash Ben" nearby, and had to have a picture.

And I've been meaning to post that ever since I started blogging in August 2004. Whew. Now I feel as if I've accomplished something.

Disclaimer: I don't mean to further the stereotype that West Virginians are idiots who can't spell. I mean, some of us can't spell, obviously. But at least one of us (and more, I'm sure) is capable of recognizing such a misspelling. I thought about bringing some spray paint to edit the - uh, "ben" - but never got around to it. I should really work on my procrastinating problem. Later.