Today’s random thought is brought to you by Fab Husband.
Some things just make you scratch your head…and wonder.
Fab Husband took this photo and said I should put it on my blog:
That is a photo of a warning label. I know. You’re thinking “wow, Fab Husband is not really a funny guy.” (I
think say that a lot when I’m pretending insisting he’s not funny.) But stay with me…it gets better, I promise.
This is a photo of the item to which the warning label was affixed:
That is a plate. A nine inch round plate, to be precise. There are no small parts; there is only the part, the plate itself. Neither of us could figure out how this plate could be interpreted as a small part choking hazard. Nor could we recall ever having met a preschooler who attempted to swallow a nine inch round plate.
So why the label?
Have we really become a society of such over-paranoid people that we feel the need to put warning labels on even the most ridiculous of items? Are we really that afraid that our children might get hurt on…anything? Or have we become a society so litigious – and so fearful of that litigiousness – that we feel compelled to cover our collective and proverbial tuchuses? (Or would the plural of tuchus be tuchi?)
I can think of several things people my age were exposed to as kids that were perhaps not a great idea. There were not so many warning labels on life. We survived.
Maybe someone just slapped that sticker on the plate by mistake.
Or maybe it was done in an effort to make someone laugh and wonder.