I’m fascinated by the icons used on signs and notices. Their attempts to replace written words with pictorial representations run the gamut from spot-on to terrible. The ones with stick figures are often parodied, but nothing beats the real thing.
For an example, I give you the sign I saw in the airplane toilet on my trip last week.
The sign shows where used tampons should go. Probably. Anyway, what is far more interesting to me is the relative scale of the woman and the tampon. I can only imagine what Charles Dickens would have made of it.
“What’s to-day?” cried Scrooge, calling downward to a boy in Sunday clothes, who perhaps had loitered in to look about him.
“EH?” returned the boy, with all his might of wonder.
“What’s to-day, my fine fellow?” said Scrooge.
“To-day! Why, CHRISTMAS DAY.”
“It’s Christmas day!” said Scrooge to himself…. “Hallo, my fine fellow!”
“Hallo!” returned the boy.
“Do you know the Poulterer’s, in the next street but one, at the corner?” Scrooge inquired.
“I should hope I did,” replied the lad.
“An intelligent boy! A remarkable boy! Do you know whether they’ve sold the prize Tampon that was hanging up there? Not the little prize Tampon, — the big one?”
“What, the one as big as me?” returned the boy.
Yes, young man. The one as big as you.