Or, They Got the Letter, but not the Spirit
From the microfilm room of the National Archives, Washington DC branch. It’s a recycling bin, I think.
On a related note: archives are fun, but so are days where you don’t have to empty your pockets and have all your personal effects X-rayed to go get a cup of coffee.
(Also: sorry for the poor image quality, but I didn’t want to use a flash in a dimly-lit microfilm room, and possibly incur the wrath of whatever humorless troll made this sign)
Just a normal phone, no?
Oh but wait there is a helpful danger list! (click to embiggen)
From another (undisclosed) high-risk government office, where they keep moldy papers from 19th-century amateur science clubs. Woot!