Reporter #1 wants to know if we agree with her that “shutdown” is a noun and “shut down” a verb. To which I say: of course you’re correct. And also: good luck with that.
If you want to be more cheerful about it, we could see this trend as a return to our Germanic roots. I always did like how the Germans just smush everything together. Ausgezeichnet!
First-time submitter Tom C. has finally been driven to pushing the “send” button by, in his words, the “throw it against the wall and see what sticks” strategy employed by the maker of this sign.
I feel your pain, Tom, but a little distracted by the hilarity of the fact that these… are not any of the above sorts of apples, delicious or not.
And while I’m ruminating: Kroger clearly has software for the making of signs, because across the country the signage is in the same font and on the same paper. Could they not default-activate the spell checking feature on that software? Just an idea.
Tom says the state of spelling in the world today makes him cry quietly to himself. I say what we really need is a barbaric yawp! There you go, dear readers. Go floss your mental teeth with that.
When Kacia sent this in, I LMAO. Not at the picture so much, but at Kacia, who said:
I was disappointed that they didn’t also advise me about Rather time, You Don’t Say time, and Well I Never time!
Hint: it’s even funnier if you hear it in Anthony Stewart Head’s voice.
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Meg found this in Flushing Chinatown, which the internet informs me is a place in the borough of Queens, in New York City. I can’t be the only person of the pre-DVR age who always hears an outraged “Noo York CITY?” after hearing “New York City” in my head, right? And always thinks of salsa? Just me? Crickets chirping?
Speaking of crickets chirping: Meg says “I’m totally pro choise.” But I think she meant that she’s totally four choise. And now I just really want some Phở.
…apparently! Because this came from Lisa S., and the text in the forwarded message just said “U gotta send this to ur friend.”
Now I’ll admit that chatspeak is like fingernails on chalkboards to me. I’ll also admit that I use it when I’m in a hurry. And you know a good example of a time I might be in a hurry? If I saw a sign like this, and had a friend who had a friend who had a blog, if you know what I mean.
I’d like to give them the benefit of the doubt and assume that was meant to be “APPLY,” but it’s so nicely centered that I don’t think we can. Nope, this one falls into the doozy category.
Thanks, Lisa’s outraged friend!
ZOMG WHO KNEW THERE WERE COWBOYS IN VERMONT? I don’t remember cowboys when I lived there! But, I mean, there were a lot of cows, so I guess it makes sense.
Anyway. Ahem. Yes. As Colleen so rightly points out, there isn’t a state in the United States that is abbreviated “VE.”
Dave is apparently traumatized.
Count the mistakes! I got up to 12 completely different ones before I stopped caring.
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Um. So, am I the only one reading the instructions in my head in the Buffalo Bill voice? “It twists off the screw… it breaks off the card buckle…” *shudder*
Among other things, this one clearly deserves a cross-post on lowercase l. I’ll scurry off and submit it for you, Dave. But mostly because I want to leave the room.
Meg in the Big City found this just before Hurricane Irene passed through.
So apparently this was the place to party Saturday… but only if you’re not particular about spelling.
Apparently my father was shopping for something delectable without me. At least he thought about me. I’m so glad to be the person everybody thinks of when they see egregious grammatical errors.
Also, I’m not sure if my father caught this, but my compulsive Food Network viewing caused me to think “Wait, those are macaroons?” Turns out the French cookie known as a macaron is going to be the next it thing after we all get tired of cupcakes, and that’s what this thing is. I’m pretty sure that, Americans being what they are, we will rapidly be using the terms macaron and macaroon interchangeably, even though the latter is clearly made with a mound of shredded coconut. So I should probably not beat my head against that particular wall.
Outstanding contributor Chris H. sends this in:
So the soda machine here at work has been empty for a few weeks. He came today to refill, and apparently didn’t have a label for the different worlds he was stocking, so he wrote it in.
Never had cherry coke zore before…
Me either, Chris. And… I can’t even begin to figure out what was going on. It looks like it could be “2 or e” as well as “zore,” but that isn’t exactly illuminating. Guesses?