I had to report to jury duty last week, and in the "jury assembly room" that had a large wall of posters for theater and art shows around town. They also had a sheet where you could sign up to reserve a poster when it came down. Only two posters had been reserved, apparently by a hippie who can't spell (I blocked out the guy's last name and phone number):

I tease; the guy had good taste. All the other posters were lame.