To the pharmacy in Emmer green to get something for my head, and - after elbowing half-term hangers-on out of the way - find myself face-to-face with this sign. As vaguely-threating in-store promotions go, it's a cracker.
I'm not too keen, to be honest. And frankly, hitting yourself on the thumb with a hammer is the last thing you want when you're in the chemist for a packet of paracetamol.
Or, on second thoughts, it might exist as a warning to shoplifters.
But pain can be visted upon anybody. Just ask that crazy fool Mr T.