I have checked my calendar three times to make sure that it is not the first day of April, but the date resolutely remains March 26th, therefore I am going to grudgingly accept this as a fact.
(I say "grudgingly", because you would be drummed out of the International Debater's Guild for coming up with an analogy so ham-fistedly silly.)
Apparently some experts in the Place Where Great Britain Used To Be have determined that publicly accessible fire extinguishers are a Bad Thing because, and I quote, "[t]he life-saving devices encourage untrained people to fight a fire rather than leave the building". I swear to you on my still-living mother's grave that I did not make that up as a joke. The comic possibilities beggar the imagination:
"You should give the fire what it wants to avoid getting hurt."
"We're the only ones qualified to use fire extinguishers safely."
"Just get to a safe place and call 911 and let the experts come take care of it."
"Try and reason with the fire."
"The fire will just take the extinguisher away from you and use it against you."
Oh, my god, the jokes are endless. For a fan of snark like me, I couldn't be happier if Santa left me a real live pony. I'll be chuckling to myself all day.
(Big Thanks to Eccentric Bounce.)