Declining Linguistic Standards in the Modern Urban Setting
So, I work on a block of buildings that are roughly a century old, and one of them is currently undergoing extensive renovations. That means the nice, peaceful plaza where I like to sit on pleasantly warm days isn't very inviting right now, what with the constant beep-beep-beep of delivery vehicle back-up alerts and the crash and boom of broken masonry, wood, and metal being dumped down a ten-story-high disposal chute into a giant dumpster below. I'm frankly eager for the whole thing to be over with.
That said, however, the situation does have its amusing aspects. Like the signs I noticed on the building's front doors today, the ones that warn passersby of "Undry Paint."
Undry. In my day, we used to call that wet. I guess times change.