While leaning on a shovel, I squint to read some fine print on the sidewall of the tiny wheelbarrow tire. "Warning: Not intended for highway use." Bummer, after I was done, I was going to use duct tape and baling wire to attach it on the back of the car and use it as a trailer to help a friend move.
What other ridiculous warning labels can I find? "Do not attempt to stop blade with your hand," was in my chainsaw's manuel. Whew, glad they warned me. "Do not drive with sunshield in place," was printed on my accordian-folded cardboard dash protector. Really? But I like driving by feel. I venture inside the house. "For external use only," was found on the label of my wife's curling iron and I won't even speculate what prompted that warning.
I went to the cupboard and grabbed drinking glasses to search for the ultimate insult towards humanity. I was disappointed not to see a label in the bottom of the glasses that read, "Warning: User must swallow to avoid drowning."
Warning labels. So often ignored by the conscientious consumer that they are often unheeded. Such was the case as a teenager.