Some of you guys, I just want to pat you on your heads or give you hugs, you know?
Poor Reporter #1 has been sending me lonely photos of comma splices for the last year. I hate a comma splice as much as the next person, but… we have to be realistic here, kids.
So Laura, I don’t know what to tell you about this one.
You’re right, of course: one cannot be both 12 and under at the same time. But do you honestly want to take that up with the federal government? The same agency that’s insisting that my chapstick is a threat to flight security?
If you do, I’ll give you a nice hug first.
Reporter #1 finds the most interesting… can we even call them errors? Maybe? I mean, this seems likely to be incorrect, no matter how you spin it. But I suppose there is an explanation out there in the world that would make it acceptable. I’d just like to know the story!
Happy Monday! Somehow, I imagine it was a Monday when the person responsible submitted the order for this sign — and Monday again when the printer printed it — and Monday again when it arrived and was mounted by someone who just did. not. care.
Thanks, GrammarTroika Sister #1’s friend Christen!