Dave is apparently traumatized.
Count the mistakes! I got up to 12 completely different ones before I stopped caring.
(Click to embiggen.)
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.
Reporter #1 would like to explain to you why she’s bummed by this headline.
I feel really sorry for this kid. I mean, it’s bad enough that (s)he’s two-faced, but to then have both of those faces used in porn? That’s just like adding insult to injury.
You know, dearest Reporter #1, the plural here doesn’t necessarily mean two. It could mean many, many more. Like twelve. In which case, this kid would be able to declare “My sides are many, my angles aren’t few. I’m the Dodecahedron, and who are you?”
And on that note, I hereby dedicate this post to our newest reader Milo, whose parents gave him an awesome name, and who will, I hope, never be bored.
My instincts are honed razor-sharp. I can spot a misused quotation mark at great distances. So I sidled over to take a picture of this sign.
Are they making a joke about lowing, which is a sound cows make? Because this is pork, which makes that joke kind of a stretch.
Anyway, I was enjoying this sign when I noticed that by turning around, without moving a step in any direction, I could see this sign on a competitor’s booth.
So clearly we have an additional problem: one of these signs is FALSE.
(Also, I am totally curious about what described the “meat” before they went with “best.”)
Sometimes I censor the phone numbers and other identifying information in the pictures you guys send me. In general I don’t think it’s my place to subject local businesses to the potential craziness of the internet.
Big guys, however, are fair game. And New York’s Lehman Center is pretty big. If Roberta Flack is going to perform someplace, that place probably has the budget to run its signage past first-year English majors, you know?
This picture was snapped by an anonymous RPB elf.
HEAD. DESK.
Thursday: the day when the weekend is so close, yet so far.
Sort of like the punctuation choices made by Old Navy!
Check out this fabulous Yahoo! article to brighten your Thursday. Hint: apostrophes.
Oh, okay, here’s the screengrab for posterity and laziness.
(Hat tip to Galen!)
Apparently there is a ten-digit number belonging to Delivery that has been wrongly imprisoned. That’s gotta be it, right, Lisa?
You don’t even get to debate about this one. To make it even more cut-and-dry, Colleen says this store got it right (or fixed it, I guess) on the door. They just didn’t think it was worth investing in the extra apostrophe for the big sign everyone sees, I guess.
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.
Reporter #1’s sister-in-law found this beauty. Thanks, Sister-in-Law-of-Reporter-#1!
