Signs are fun to mock. Specifically, they’re fun to mock when they’re not specific.
On an elevator: “In case of fire, use stairs.” Since when can you use a flight of stairs to put out a fire? Same with “in case of fire, break glass. Breaking the glass does little to quench out the raging inferno springing from the breakroom microwave. Using the fire extinguisher stored behind the glass will.
On a curvy road: “Blind drive.” Now, that’s just ridiculous. The blind should not be driving, unless seeing-eye dogs can do more than we give them credit for. Of course, if blind people do drive, then that explains the braille on drive-through ATMs.
At an intersection: “No turn on red.” Ok. This is an intersection. Not a game of Twister. Now, if you don’t want me to turn right when the traffic light is red, that would be more understandable.
At the end of a construction zone: “END road work.” Yes, I agree. I really wish that they’d stop the road work, too. Traffic in Anytown is congested enough as it is without all the road repair. But putting up a big orange sign in protest will likely not accomplish anything. Nice try, though.
On a back road: “Bump ahead.” Somehow I doubt my passenger would appreciate me punching the side of his head every time I see one of those signs.
On a residential suburban street: “SLOW children at play.” Now, that’s just rude. Just because the kids aren’t as quick-witted as some of their peers doesn’t mean we have to put a sign up to advertise. Let’s be sensitive here, people.
You see? Life is more fun when taken literally.