I pass this sign everyday on the way home from school. Now, don't get me wrong. I have nothing against this restaurant. In fact, I love their Crispy Taco Tuesdays where, from 3 pm to closing, you can get a delicious taco for $1.25. But this sign? Horrendous. Despicable. Totally and utterly unacceptable.
The first few lines seem to be just fine, albeit a disgusting combination--fish and tacos. The fourth line is where it becomes ghastly.
2 4 $5 FIFTY. Huh?
I about died when I first saw the awful grammar of this sign. I've been meaning to take a picture of it for about a week, and this morning I finally remembered my camera. As I was taking the picture from across the street, a bike rider from my ward slowed down and said, "What are you taking a picture of?" I said, "The awful grammar of this sign!" Somehow, he didn't seem as exasperated as I was. He didn't even seem to care!
At least I've got a friend in Lynne Truss, author of Eats, Shoots & Leaves: "Part of one's despair, of course, is that the world cares nothing for the little shocks endured by the sensitive stickler. While we look in horror at a badly punctuated sign, the world carries on around us, blind to our plight. We are like the little boy in The Sixth Sense who can see dead people, except that we can see dead punctuation. Whisper it in petrified little-boy tones: dead punctuation is invisible to everyone else -- yet we see it all the time. No one understands us seventh-sense people. They regard us as freaks. When we point out illiterate mistakes we are often aggressively instructed to "get a life" by people who, interstingly, display no evidence of having lives themselves."
What is this world coming to?
