The bright orange sign screams at you from across the courtyard of the business complex you're walking through. Since your interview with the magician temp agency isn't for another half hour, you decide you have time to slake your curiosity. You approach the sign to find that the door to which it is attached leads to a RESTRICTED AREA.
Next to the cautionary text is a black stick figure with a slashed circle over it.
What does it mean? you wonder to yourself stupidly. No men allowed? No naked people? Humans forbidden? Absolutely no minimalist symbols? Is it black people? No black people? How many racists are they hiding in there?
You have to know.
Hand shanking, you reach for the knob. You take a deep breath and turn slowly. It's locked.
Who locks a door?