When I was in my teens, we took a class trip to a nuclear reactor being built (never completed) in southern Indiana.
I’ve long regretted I didn’t have a camera with me to capture the large sign on one gate that read (paraphrased): “Danger: Microwaves on premises”
I wasn’t sure (still am not) whether they were referring to something industrial, but the thought that household microwave ovens at a nuclear power plant were sufficiently hazardous to require warning signs like that amused me.