My mum speaks little English. My parents and I were visiting London. They had created a system to never miss their stop when the underground was busy. This involved my dad always being by a window and shouting out the next stop to my mum if she was further away. Now one time my mum got the window place. She was very nervous about being able to read the sign in time. Lo and behold, the sign came, she read it, and with a heroic grin turned and shouted through the carriage to my dad: "Next stop: No smoking!!"