At the Jets gas station by me there is a deal of “Unlimited car washes” for a month for $24.99*. *Limit 1 wash per day. :smack: Then it’s not unlimited, is it!
At the PDQ station there is a sign ontop every pump that says “ANY size fountain soda, 99 cents”*
*Excludes 64 ounce size. Guess by ANY size they didn’t mean “ANY” size. :rolleyes:
There is a small tavern near where I live that has a sign that says “Happy hour 5pm-8pm 7 days a week”*
*No happy hour on Saturdays. Did we switch to an 8 day week, folks?
These are all current, I saw every one of them within the last couple of days. Shouldacouldawoulda snapped a pic of them for this thread.
A supermarket near me has a sign Open 08:00-22:00 M-Sa, 10:00-16:00 Sunday.
Right next to one that says “open 24 hours between 06:00 Monday-22:00 Saturday” (this is the correct one, but I have no idea why the other sign is still around)
Not contradictory, but there’s a cute billboard on the freeways around here.
In big block letters it says “Your wife is hot.”
Underneath in smaller letters it says “Better get your air conditioning fixed.”
Then “Central Air Conditioning Service”, a phone number, a logo, etc.
For some reason it strikes me funny every time I see it.
My favorite along those lines is tourist shops in the US southwest selling Indian jewelry & trinkets.
There in the window is a cardstock sign saying “50% off silver/turquoise jewelry TODAY!!”.
The sign of course, is sun-bleached into almost illegibility. Having faced the blazing desert setting sun every day for years if not decades now.
Strictly speaking it’s true. But that’s not the point it’s trying to convey. Further, if everything truly is 50% off every day, how is that not the actual price? Is it half-priced turtles all the way down to $0.000 … 1?
By my house, there is a Burger King that is being remodeled. The sign outside says “Open during construction, 5 a.m. - close.” Well, that pretty much defines any swath of time, doesn’t it? And, no, I’m not being pedantic. I’ve come home at around 11 p.m. or midnight, wanting to grab a snack, and have no idea whether it’s past “close” or not, so I don’t even bother to step in and check.
Last month driving through Missouri I noticed a business off the highway called New Chin. I was trying to figure out if it was a Chinese restaurant or a plastic surgeon’s office.
As you might guess from my clever moniker, I’m male.
Inside many (all?) mens’ restrooms in bars in Texas there’s a sign near the door. Apparently required by the Texas state alcohol regulator. In sorta long-winded bureaucrat-ese it says “Don’t drink while pregnant.” Hmmm.
Just not a problem for denizens of the men’s room. And given Texas’ official attitude towards the gender-confused / conflicted / mixed, it’s even less useful than it might be in, say, CA.
They’re not preaching to the congregation. They’re not even preaching to the choir. They’re preaching to the
Every time I see one all I can think of is that line from Blue Collar Comedy Tour about idjits: “Here’s your sign!”
