Everywhere A Sign

The signs on the doors in the building where I work make me feel slightly like a secret agent. They are waaaaay coooool, almost to the point where I'm tempted to steal them. But then I think, "if I steal this sign, how will people know that if they walk into this room, they will be bombarded by a massive amount of radiation and/or get test tubes hurled at them by scientists desperate to guard their secrets*?"


There's this one biohazard sign that is cool enough just as it is, but then underneath it it says "Containment Level 2." It made me wonder what could be in there that needs a level two containment. And also, what is a Level two containment? So I looked it up. And here's what could possibly be in that room (it is rather alarming, so if you're easily sent into a hypochondriac-type panic, I suggest you stop reading NOW and go to the hospital complaining of a high fever, a cough, greyish skin tone, and being so irritable you don't want to be held) :

"Risk Group 2 infectious agents include, for example: E. coli; many salmonella; some fungi like ringworm; California encephalitis viruses; human herpes simplex viruses; many influenza viruses; Transmissible Gastro-enteritis of swine; Mouse Hepatitis Virus; and a few parasites."

SWINE? The FLU? HERPES!?

O. My. GOOSHHHHNESSS.

I know what's going on. They are making an incurable, wasting disease in the form of a Herpes/Swine flu hybrid. I knew it.

This is horrible.

Of course, the biohazard signs aren't the only ones that pique my interest. There's this one that says "No Window Washing" and has a squeegee with a big red circle and line around it. I gotta get one of those for my windshield when I drive downtown.




*Happens aaaaalllll the time.