I've stopped thinking that the day-to-day is prosaic. The most boring of tasks such as, say, having to nip into a high street shop to get some things, not being able to find those things, asking a shop assistant where they are, being told that those things are upstairs, not being able to find the stairs to get upstairs, so going out a door to use the lift, reveal that real madness lurks behind most corners.
It's usually to do with letting human beings enter officialdom. You see, somebody somewhere thought this was an instruction that needed to exist. So they came up with the sequence of words, got them approved by someone with more authority than them, and used a budget somewhere to commission someone else to make those words into a sign. That sign was duly delivered, and then they got someone else to hammer it up.
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