It’s bad grammar! My “out of beer,” whatever that is, wants me to stop at this smoke shop, and apparently this is scaring my fridge. Well, that’s enough to confuse my brain for the rest of the year.
I have a fantasy that involves purchasing a cheap pocket dictionary, wrapping it, and sending it to the owner of Dirty Harry’s as a Christmas gift. I’m not joking. One grammar error is forgivable, two grammar errors is embarrassing, and three grammar errors is a disgrace…but SEVEN? Seven is downright inexcusable. Seeing as it’s the holiday season (not hoilday, as Dirty Harry’s would say), I’ll find it in my heart to let them all slide. But Dirty Harry’s might want to make a New Year’s resolution and learn to proofread their freakin’ signs!
In general, a school with a misspelled word on its reader board would have me doubting its quality of education. But to make matters worse, this is a private school that misspelled the word conferences. Parents, get your money back!
First off, HAPPY NATIONAL PUNCTUATION DAY!
Last night, I made a trip to the store to buy some fudge bars and left with something even better:
Repeat offender alert! Earlier this year, Club Savvy’s horribly botched the spelling of “tonight.” I pass this sign several times a week and I’ve had my eye on it for the past seven months. Today they FINALLY messed up again.