It started with a lazy evening: pasta simmering on the stove, phone in hand, scrolling through the Dull Men’s Club Facebook group (a treasure trove of oddly fascinating observations). Then—a photo stopped me mid-scroll.
A fence. Along train tracks in San Clemente, California. But not just any fence. This one bent outward halfway up—zigzagging in a deliberate, almost artistic kink, like a wave frozen in metal.
“Why is it crooked?” the post asked. “What’s the point? Seems like it’d cost more. Did someone mess up?”
I showed it to my husband. He paused mid-stir. “Huh. That is weird.”
And just like that—what looked like a construction flaw became a rabbit hole of engineering ingenuity.
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