There's a sign above the dumpster at work that reads: No Unauthorized Dumping. It's been the source of much contemplation for me. Sure, the rebel in me wants to bring in all the old used propane tanks from the defunct gas grill, but it's more than that. I can't help but look at it from a metaphysical point of view, especially since I'm often out there staring at it when I'm trying to escape from the pressures of my work load. In short, my mind is overloaded and could use a little dumping (authorized or not). I find that whenever I see the sign, insurrectionist that I am, I begin singing, "Cast off all your cares and woe, here I go, here I go....bye, bye, blackbird...."
Another sign that always kills me (you'll catch the pun in a second), is the sign at the airport that reads: Terminal Parking. Wow, really? Of course, it stands to reason that airport parking is an incurable disease, but do they have to be so blatant about it? "You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave..."
Warning: Soft Shoulder is another one. So is Speed Monitored.
Speaking of unauthorized dumping. Last night, in an attempt to translate a bit of Bulgarian (Bozhe moi... don't ask, it was just too much fun), I found a wonderful site. It translates the phrase, "Oh my god! There's an axe in my head." (live link) into 112 different languages. Useful phrase to know. I plan to memorize all of them just to win friends and influence people. "She's so smart!" No, she just knows how to google and wikipedia is her best friend. Proving once again that it's not who you know; it's knowing where to go.