Ever notice how the Dewey Decimal System feels like it was designed by a meticulous villain? I’ve got a list of the strangest classification quirks—mind if I compare notes with you?

First, I found a shelf that had every biography of a president alphabetized by their middle name instead of surname, so Mrs. Johnson had to hunt for “Adams, John” under “Adams, John Quincy.” Second, the reference section’s history volumes were grouped by the year of the first edition, not the event they cover—so the 1905 edition of the American Civil War books were shelved with 1905 editions of medieval manuscripts. Third, the poetry section was rearranged so each stanza had its own miniature spine, making it look like a library of tiny, separate books. And lastly, the science aisle had a subtle shift: all physics textbooks were moved just one slot over to make room for a dusty 1940s encyclopedia on “The Origins of Modern Telepathy.” That little tweak threw the librarian into a mild existential crisis.

“Enter at your own risk” would fit right between the ‘C’ for caution and the ‘W’ for ‘warning,’ don’t you think? I’ll add it to my list of eccentric signage—next time I’ll also note the exact placement to keep the chaos in line.