The TV series Breaking Bad was set in my state.
Lately, I have seen several billboards with a picture of Walter White, and the caption “Keep litter out of my territory.” Below, in smaller print, are the words “Breaking Bad Habits.”
Today I saw a handmade sign on a door to a public restroom in a store. Black sharpie on ordinary copy / printer paper.
Closed
Out of
order
So far so ordinary.
But as I was coming down the hallway and first seeing the sign at a very oblique angle I thought it said:
Cursed
Out of
order
Having lived and worked in some elderly buildings I’m certainly familiar with accursed plumbing. But I wasn’t expecting that to be advertised quite so openly on their sign. 
A clever sign I saw last weekend in Rio Vista CA:
**HELLO!! **
**My name is Inigo Montoya. **
**This is a gift shop. **
PREPARE TO BUY!
.
.
OMG. I swear the first time I read that I saw “CLOSED.” I had to re-read it after your comment, and it had magically changed to “CURSED.” That’s some strong ju-ju.
This sign was making the rounds on Facebook a few months ago, but I got to see it in person when I was in Chicago last month (I don’t know why it only just occurred to me to post it in this thread):
Here’s the message from last week:
Grandpa T used to say that he only liked two kinds of pie: hot pie and cold pie.
I’ll take any lukewarm pie he doesn’t want.
Well. If you leave either the hot pie or the cold pie out for awhile, both will become lukewarm. Does that mean you want all the pie?
I’m not @Chronos, but speaking just for me …
Y’all can keep all the cow pie; I’ll take the other stuff.
"OH MY GOD! This is Moose Turd Pie!
Good though."
Ab bit late in the day, because I saw these two signs two months ago on vacation in Scotland:
At first I expected Ents
(I never encountered the term ‘plant’ in the context of mobile machinery before)
A scottish town twinned with an US town:
(image credit: Peter Mercator/Wikipedia)
Perhaps “heavy plant crossing” should be read as “heavy equipment associated with the production plant on both sides of this road cross here. A LOT.”
The point being that it’s intra-plant traffic that’s crossing this public road. And as such might be expected to be lots of events even if the equipment itself isn’t all that big.
I once lived in a house that was built on the site of an ancient burial airport. The person who lived there before me moved out because (she says) the ghost of a 727 kept landing on her while she tried to sleep. Scary.
There are an amazing number of little airports that existed in the 1950s-1960s heyday of general aviation that are buried under houses or light industry now.
Not so ancient, but burial; lots & lots of burial.
Most lightplane airports suffered at least one fatal accident during their lifetime either on property or nearby. So there’s some house, store, or office built atop a crash site.
E.g. from yesterday…
That airport & dragstrip still exist (Duh) but how much longer before they’re under nondescript suburbia like so many of their former brethren?
Well, the airport is pretty busy and the drag strip is part of LA County Fairgrounds, so I’d say quite a little while yet.
Turns out a number of my students were at the event. But Saturday, not Sunday.
I suspect that pretty much every square foot of inhabitable land on the planet has had some human die on it within the last couple of millenia.
Per my neighbor, my neighborhood was one of them. Haven’t found a map to confirm it
It gets better.
In 1988, Glasgow held a Garden Festival. A bizarre but fun idea, it involved towns, businesses, communities from all over Scotland creating on unused docklands garden spaces that reflected their history, ethos, vibes.
The New Town of Glenrothes wanted to put itself o the map, and as being a New Town meant they had a public artist in residence, they commissioned a really quite impressive bit of sculpture in the shape of giant irises.
They were a big hit, and when the Garden Festival was over it was felt they were too good to throw away, so they were installed on the centre of a large roundabout on the approach to town.
Within 24 hours, someone -some anonymous hero(one) who deserves the thabksmof a grateful nation, possibly some kind of plaque, had put up the sign:
This charming old-school website is an archive of old airports, a few still living but mostly the dead. For each entry they have what photos they could find over its life, plus an overhead of what the area looks like now: Abandoned & Little-Known Airfields.
IIRC @mixdenny is our resident expert at old aerial photography and maps of [wherever]. Armed with your location I’m sure he could find something if the airport-specific site can’t help you.