The MAX stop near PGE Park where I board my train every morning features several benches in the shape of punctuation marks. At first, it seems a little odd looking at bench shaped like an exclamation point. It’s as if the bench is making a very loud statement. Over time, I’ve come to look at the benches in a different light:
This bench is shaped like quotation marks. It’s a great place to sit if you have something to say.
This bench is shaped like a question mark. It’s a great place to sit if you’re confused.
This bench is shaped like a colon. It’s a great place to sit if you need to rest, uh, your colon.
That is all.