I always thought they were called Wacky Packys. I think my childhood contained an amazing amount of misunderstandings.
That’s a bit too on the nose.
Oo, I know!
"Pound pastrami, can kraut, six bagels—bring home for Emma.”
In Illinois the route markers look very similar to speed limit signs. Close enough to confuse humans if you take a quick glance
“Officer, whaddaya mean 900 miles an hour is speeding?”
My cousin got out of a speeding ticket on I-95 by claiming he just followed what the sign said after the officer accused him of speeding.
Officer: 95 is the route number, not the speed limit.
Cousin: Ohh, I guess it’s a good thing you stopped me before I got to I-495, then!
The cop started laughing and let him off with a warning.
This is totally for reals! It’s not just a weird idea I got after thinking about the books by Charlie Stross!
That series has a dogfight between a dragon and a Eurofighter Typhoons.