Forewarned is forearmed, but ducks and the Australian Bilby, which is about the same size as a bunny rabbit, are not quite the same fearsome road hazard as say
SASQUATCH!

Though to be fair, this Sasquatch seems to be sweetly carrying some sort of present, perhaps a box of chocolates to his lady friend, Sassybiatch.

Speaking of forewarned and forearmed…

I suggest if your betrothed is overly excited about the convenience of this municipal one stop shopping opportunity, that you recast your rod into the eHarmony dating pool but this time leave out the part about long romantic walks on a firing range.

Here’s is another helpful municipal sign, this one from the Queensboro Bridge.
Possibly this sign is making an oblique appeal to those in a “Goodbye-Cruel-World” kind of mood, but more likely it’s literally telling people that cyclone fencing, railings and a percipitous drop into the inky blackness of the East River does not a an exit make. You have to wonder what events inspired the posting of such a sign…”Are you telling me anudder yahoo from Ohiyas fell ofata bridge into da East Riber?”
“Yes Mr. Koch, sir,” replied the Minister of “How’m I doin’?” Signage.

Another sign that also plucked my  “What the hell’s been going on here, people?” string was this:

Specifically, what was it about the Oreo that earned it this banishment? Certainly any sandwich cookie could have been deployed in a cookie crumb and icing maelstrom. But I think the Library, in fairness, is not allowing itself to get caught up in baked good profiling, sweeping up innocent Vanilla Cremes, Nutter Butters and Do-Si-Dos.

I did google Oreo/Library/Debacle, and though I didn’t learn anymore about the incident eluded to above, I did come across this:

which is reminded me of the Turducken (chicken inside a duck, inside a turkey). But I think to complete the trifecta of ingredients required of this revered gastronomic form, the Oreo enrobed in a chocolate chip cookie would need to be shoved inside a Twinkie. And Viola, the Twinkchipeo is born!

CREDITS:
Thank you Julie for first recognizing the hilarity of the duck sign, then stopping along the freeway to capture it for me.
Bilby and Sasquatch, I found, or rather they found me, on the World Wide Web.
Ever Vigilant Virginia sent the marriage and pistol sign as well as the Anti-Oreo Edict
Margo Polo, an intrepid and spunky explorer, snapped the “Not An Exit” sign in NYC.

’til next time!

CJ