After I check my mailbox at the post office, I spin the combination lock to zero, so that I’ll know if anybody’s been fooling around with it.
I also have to know where my car keys are at all times. There have been a few times when I checked and couldn’t find them, then had a moment of panic before I realized I was DRIVING my car, and the keys were in the IGNITION! DUUUUUH…
An infinite number of rednecks in an infinite number of pickup trucks shooting an infinite number of shotguns at an infinite number of road signs will eventually produce all the world’s great works of literature in Braille.