I’ve had something of a fascination with signs lately. The ones with misspellings or incorrect punctuation are particularly vexing (that’s a nice crotchety word…vexing), and I daydream about doing Sharpie corrections on the fly. Yes, that’s kind of a sad daydream, but let’s not address that right now.
I’ve managed to restrain myself because a) adulting, and b) I’ve made it to 46 without a record and really don’t want to get arrested for vandalism. Although I think I’d have an excellent argument in that the offensive signs themselves are really the vandalism, but bygones.
Just a couple of the signs I’ve wanted to correct:
** Names in yards or on mailboxes. Is this a southern thing? Or does everyone announce their presence with a sign? Maybe it goes back to the pioneer days when you had to claim your land with a flag. At any rate, I’ve given up hope that the general population will internalize that ‘s is possessive and works for, say, The Smith’s house. If, however, you’re going for just the name then it needs just the s. But can someone tell me why the sign companies aren’t gently advising their customers on the correct version?
** a.m. versus p.m. Okay. I get that midnight is tricky since it comes after all the evening hours but for real, people, if your store/restaurant/rollerskating rink posts that it closes at 12:00pm that is noon. As in lunchtime. If, however, you close at midnight? Use the a.m. Just do it.
I’ve also been trying harder to pay attention to the (metaphorical) signs in my life. Where I’m heading, what I’m doing, all that jazz. I’ll admit it…in my twenties I thought this was bunk. That sounds harsh but for reals, folks talking about “getting a sign” sounded just a bit hippie dippy to me. I am now eating those words, of course, but there it is.
Surely that’s a sign that it’s time to sign off.
Linda offers a weekly Stream of Consciousness event. This week’s prompt is “sign.”