Full marks to Gatwick Airport for these large 'print' flight information displays. You can see from a long way away, and if your sight's not too good you can get close enough to read them.
I stared at this sign in the back of a Dublin taxi. If I'm going to the airport I'm in the taxi, am I not? To be sure.
The words clear up a mystery that's been in the air on this blog since I posted this one.
I don't know why they need a warning sign. It's obvious that if you let go to scratch your arse, you're going to drop the box.
This was on a train, and the magnets stop the lid dropping down. But I'm curious about the risk analysis that led to this sign.