No problem. Say three Hail Marys and go and sin no more. 
Actual sign in pet store: “Do not stick your hand in the electric eel tank.”
Sun goes up, pants go up. Sun goes down, pants go down.
I should not need to be reminded that the new stoplight at the intersecion of my county road and Highway Six does not allow right turns on red.
But I do.
Need to be reminded, that is.
At least judging from the dent in the left front fender of my pickup.
Maybe I won’t need to be reminded now.
And the other driver said:
(wait for it)
“Fuck, Buddy! Didn’t you see the sign!?”
Hey, I thought that hijack was over.
I’m guessing that pretty much nobody needs to be told to brake if a moose is right there in front of them. What many people fail to appreciate is that wild beasts tend to behave unpredictably when motorized vehicles approach…so if the moose is just NEAR the road, it is a good idea to slow down and prepare for the silly critter (or her calve that you didn’t see over there) to suddenly dart right in front of you. It may also be a reminder that you should only drive fast enough to still be able to stop for the moose that is waiting to ruin your day around the next blind corner, and not as fast as you could otherwise navigate the winding road.
When you work in an cubicle-type office environment in which you are in relatively close physical proximity to other people for eight to ten hours a day, it’s helpful to start out the day having cleansed and/or bathed. If you start out smelling fresh as a daisy but during the course of the day your personal odor turns somewhat offensive, there’s not much you can do. But when you begin the day with a three-day old funk surrounding you like some obnoxious force field, you’re going to piss people off. Water + soap + loofah = happy coworkers. Repeat daily.
So, there’s your reminder, stinky.
Hijack?
blinks innocently
What hijack?
To be polite a courteous in public, EVEN WHEN YOU"RE BEHIND THE WHEEL OF A CAR!
Of course, if someone comes in smelling so bad and/or wearing such prodigious amounts of perfume that the Gods Themselves are throwing up in their Heavenly Bathroom on Mt. Olympus, the clear solution is to go out and have a big bean burrito at lunch, and then sit next to that person for the rest of the day, unleashing the horrors of your gastrointestinal tract on them all afternoon.