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.
And don’t get us started on “rush hour”. If only rush hours were shorter and happy hours were longer.
Here’s my favorite take on the conundrum of happy hour: - YouTube
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!”