I know what Kacia spotted as the error here.
And she’s not wrong. But the thing that makes me giggle is that I keep reading this “come on in and have some fur.”
I know what Kacia spotted as the error here.
And she’s not wrong. But the thing that makes me giggle is that I keep reading this “come on in and have some fur.”
First of all, I’d like to nitpick the financial argument being made here.
Let’s suppose that a beverage costs a dollar. Why not advertise this as a breakfast for $5.99 instead of one that comes with a caveat? It’s weird.
Oh, and ALSO?
I’m not even sure that GrammarTroika Sister #2 was worried about the ellipses when she sent this in. But I am. I REALLY AM.
Thanks, GTS#2!
From Reporter #1, this photo and a series of philosophical questions:
Only if you’re named York? If you live in New York? What about Old York? Or just plain York?
York york york, Reporter #1.
That’s the real question, GTS#1. How many of these did your husband hand out before he caught it?
(Yes, this has been heavily altered in Paint, but only to hide relevant info. You’ll just have to take my word for it that David’s company doesn’t have a creepy stretch-face as its logo!)
GTS#1 accepts no liability for the breakfast beverage you’re about to snort all over your keyboard.
Happy Friday, y’all!
Reporter #1 captured this… thing… somewhere. She didn’t provide a lot of detail, either in background or in pixels.
I’m guessing bumper sticker.
She did, however, provide a lovely transcription:
Retired
No boss
Don’t ask me to do
a dam thing
So waddya want, Reporter #1? You wanna ask him to spell correctly? I dare you.
Kacia sent this in, apparently as a plea for rescue. She captioned this “early morning breakfast with my dad.” It’s a little photographic PTSD capsule reminding me of the years of my life in which piles of snow like that lay in between me and things to eat. And why are you having “breakfast” in the middle of the darkest part of night? Move south, y’all; it’s sunny down here!
Ahem.
Anyway. Yes. This is awful.
I was going to joke that they could save themselves by presenting a mascot-figure in a snazzy suit and name him “Gentleman Fashion.” But then I noticed the misspelling.
I hope it didn’t put you off your grits and co-cola, Kacia. What? You don’t eat grits and co-cola for breakfast up where the snowdrifts are eyebrow-deep?
You know that scene in Fiddler on the Roof where Tevye’s all “On one hand… but on the other hand… but on the other hand…” like a philosophical octopus? This picture reminds me of that.
The gas stinks. The service… uh… don’t. The grammar, however…
And a tiny little itch in the back of my brain really wants to insert a hyphen in “clean-burning.” But I’ll let that one go.
Thanks, GTS#1!
Do we need a new category for restrooms? I feel like we do. You wouldn’t think there would be so many possible permutations of the very simple gender binary to which our society subscribes.
Sometimes you’re doing a thing, and it’s so much fun you just don’t want to stop. I get that.
I’m just not sure that “pressing the ‘f’ key” is usually one of those activities. For, you know, normal people.
As always, thanks, Kacia!