Benches have strange lives. They humbly await nice warm bottoms to adorn them, but sometimes things just don't go well.
First of all they don't even get called by their correct name. (I would not like to be called "Unit" unless my dad was Frank Zappa.)
Then they force the benches to talk. Looks like this bench will take out its ire on unsuspecting sitters with lightning!
And then, when there is a perfectly good bench to sit on, and instructions to (essentially) do so, no respect. No respect at all!
Thanks to Andrew M, Inaka Rob and RK Lawton!