Danger Zones

First of all, how big is this wheel and why is it just rolling around wreaking havoc in the world? Plus I like that they added the caution about ‘flying chips,’ though they do seem to be harmlessly ricochetting off that guy like bullets off Superman.

giant rotating blade

Here’s another industrial horror, which has the rather understated title of “Entanglement Hazard.” To me “entanglement” is getting caught up in your underwear, not getting processed like fresh pasta dough by a product of American manufacturing ingenuity. Though on these bitter cold nights, where flannel jammies and flannel sheets are de rigueur, this level of desperate embroilment does happens — usually when I’m trying to exit ‘comfy acres’ to make my 3 o’clock pilgrimage to set my bare bum on that ice ring we call a toilet seat.
entanglement hazard

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Apparently there are places where unmarked holes abound. In the Don’t Run scenario, first they show a male figure, then, so you don’t think it’s a time lapsed illustration, they show a female figure (note dress) toppling down to God only know’s where. The third guy, still on terra firma, is somewhat bigger than the two tumblers, so…is that Dad?
“Honey, where are the kids? Weren’t you just playing tag with them? Let’s get a family video!”
“Er…”

unmarked holes
And finally, you think some things, like “Do not put your hand in the cow” can be assumed, but yet…
Do not put your hand in cow
Plus, what’s with the electric shock symbol next to the danger sign? This kid’s likely get a quick kick in the chops, but zapped too? Also the cow looks so fatalistic, so resigned, so philosophical, so “Now what, people?” I think I’m going to have to switch to soy milk.

CREDITS:
Merci, Laurie for the Cow sign! Everything else I cadged from the Internet, perhaps you’ve heard of it? It’s going to be BIG!

CJ

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1 Response to Danger Zones

  1. Lisa Curry's avatar Lisa Curry says:

    Pat, when I was growing up (in a rural community) my best friend in elementary school had a family-owned dairy farm, where I spent a lot of time. When the artificial insemination man paid one of his visits, he *had* to put his hand inside the cows that had been inseminated previously to check the status of their pregnancies. And I don’t mean just his hand; I mean his hand and whole arm, like up to the shoulder, which didn’t seem to phase those old dairy cows a bit. I guess they were accustomed to it. In any case, one day while he was doing that, one of them just took a big messy crap right on his shoulder. That’s what I thought of when I saw that sign. 🙂 Thanks for the stroll down memory lane.

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