Kim C

Lady walks into a furniture store and asks the salesman to show her some sexual sofas. He helpfully corrects her: "I believe you mean a sectional sofa, madame." "No," she replies. "my husband likes an occasional piece in the living room." (Rimshot) (That was the subtle musical connection.)

As to 'signs', I remember arriving in Plymouth (England) back in 1955 and visiting the public facilities on the Hoe, where each individual sheet of toilet paper was imprinted "Property of the City of Plymouth". It was of a wonderful glazed texture and I couldn't understand why anyone would want to steal a sheet (or roll) until I discovered that the paper generallly available had more of a sandpaper texture with occasional splinters.

I guiltily took a sheet as a souvenir and no one back in the spoiled States could figure out what it was.