Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Signage

My conscience was working me over again today.  Saying things like "when are you going to post again?" and "I hope the next post is funny" and "There were still dirty dishes in the sink this morning."

This  may be a recurring post, depending on my luck at finding screwy signs.


A friendly caution?  Or a threat?


This seems more straightforward, particularly given the size of the grille.  Of course, gotta love the cheery license plate.  I'm pretty sure the driver of this vehicle was going for irony.


Not everyone in Australia buys into the "no worries" laissez faire free love revolution.
This is more of a glass 1/10 full kind of person.  
Notice the distance from the van?  That was intentional.


As an alum of University of Iowa, I was pretty pissed at this one.


This one made me even more pissed.


On behalf of all males, I took all the advertisements I could find and crammed them into the mail slot.


For those of you who still doubt that magpies are a problem ...


I was really discouraged by the last line.  I was counting on throwing things at magpies as my last line of defense.  Our options are now "stand there and take it" or "run down the sidewalk screaming" or "hide behind a nearby child."

This made me feel a little sorry for Scientology.  



You know you're in a bad spot when Christian Scientists feel the need to publicly distance themselves from you.

I could see this devolve into a religious war with no clear winner.  On the one hand, the Christian Scientists have God, unless they've misplaced him.  But Scientologists have the E-gram, Xenu, Cruise and (I assume) laser weapons.


I saved the best for last.  This was taken inside a restroom in a national park on Kangaroo Island.


All sorts of questions come to mind.  

For example, who thought it would be a good idea to use a toilet that way?  

How the hell did the park officials realize that people were doing this?  Obviously, someone either walked in on a "croucher," as I'll call them, or a croucher lost their balance and got wedged deep into the toilet.

What are the chances someone is going to walk in on me?

How many times does this happen?  Obviously enough to hire a graphic artist to do a rendering, laminate the rendering, and post the sign.  

Where were the crouchers putting the toilet paper before the helpful sign?

Is another panel missing?  Instructional depiction of proper wiping?  It might really help the crouchers.

But the last thought, the dark thought, was ... how often do they clean these bathrooms, anyway?

And ... maybe those crouchers are onto something.