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>>>>>>>>Is it any wonder my pedant nerves jangle?
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>>>>>>>>Also, just the other week it was on national news here about a survey of the top cliches that drive us nutzoid, and all the above are in it.
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>>>>>>>Here are a couple I think you'll like. I ride the commuter train to and from work (it's called the "GO" train). And every trip (every station, in fact) I am treated to the following announcement: "Remember, it is prohibited and illegal to cross the tracks". I also am subjected, at every station, to: "Stay back behind the yellow line. Trains may approach from any direction." This announcement is interesting because the tracks only go in two of directions at any station. I always like to picture a train lurking quietly behind a tree and then suddenly rushing out and attacking us.
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>>>>>>Everytime I see the sign 'Blind Peds' I have to curse at myself for not bringing the stick so I could poke out the eyes of people walking on the street.
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>>>>>>But I do like the 'prohibited and illegal' part of the announcement. I'd be the one answering "Oh....prohibited AND illegal. Oh my!"
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>>>>>In a similar vein, I always smile at the street signs that say "DEAF CHILDREN DRIVE CAREFULLY". I'd think they would!
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>>>>This could go on forever. Why are the police always being picked on? - "Police STOP"
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>>>>Now you see the advantages of punctuation. If one were addre4ssing the police it should be "Police, STOP"
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>>>Not quite the same thing but I always like to get the barking train on the underground.
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>>I have to admit I don't get this.
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>In Toronto, we'd have say, the Bloor train. Barking is a place (I think).

Spot on. East London. No need for any sane person ever to go there.