On the Greyhound coming down from Montreal, I sat next to a window with an emergency exit. The little message read:
LIFT this bar, PUSH window OPEN
But what bar? If you looked, there was a lever a couple of inches to the right of the little message. But that’s not a bar, and I would think you pulled it up instead of pushing it.
This kind of thing used to drive me crazy when I was a kid.