When I was eleven I had a road sign hung on my bedroom wall with the word YIELD on its face.
Sure, the letters on the sign spelled YIELD, but what the sign on my wall really said was that I was a dangerous criminal who wasn't afraid to steal government property and then display it for the world to see.
Even though I didn't steal the sign. I found it in a vacant lot.
This memory of a YIELD sign has nothing to do with that road sign in South Carolina. In fact, I think I just made it up.
But that road sign in South Carolina was real. I took a picture of it.
That road sign in South Carolina . . . eh.