I like how words play tricks sometimes. Sometimes it's how you place them. Sometimes it's how they sound.
Like recently I drove by this restaurant that had been closed down. And there was a rather elaborate "No Trespassers" sign on it. The sign was all in one font with a straightforward black text on white background presentation. It said, "Bank Owned Trespassers Will Be Prosecuted to the Full Extent of the Law."
The text thing may have been part of the problem. Because like some texts, the makers of the sign didn't use any punctuation at all. So it was impossible to tell where one sentence ended and another began. My mind read it this way: "Bank-owned-trespassers will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law."
And I wondered what it was like to be a bank-owned trespasser. Is that like indentured servitude of some sort? The bank owns your ass-ets because you got into debt from a lawsuit fining you major bucks for trespassing? Bad. Especially if you're now going to be prosecuted to the full extent of the law.
(Does anyone ever threaten to prosecute to a moderate extent of the law?)
A simple period would have made all the difference. One little punctuation character. Like texters generally, the sign suffered from a character deficiency.
Another way words can be tricky is how they sound. In my imaginary world I saw an ad the other day for a new music tour involving Enya and the remaining members of Rod Stewart's and Ronnie Wood's old band, The Faces.
It's apparently a new angry punk-like sound. They're calling it the Enya Faces tour.
Not as funny if there was a dash between Enya and Faces. Seems my tendency to joke is enhanced by character deficiency too.
America, ya gotta love it.