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For the editor who has everything.

So last week, Reporter #1 actually stopped texting me typos and came in corporeal form to visit me.  It was very exciting.  And although she definitely did not need to do so, she brought me a thank-you card she had made from a typo.

Isn’t it just gorgeous?  Have you ever seen a more perfect thank-you card?  I was all a-squee.  Thanks, Reporter #1!

Where’s Typo?

Lisa sent this, mysteriously captioned only “Look at the tiny sign.”

For your benefit, I have performed a magic, CSI-like zoom for y’all:

Obviously, the problem is that they’re still using videotape, right, Lisa?

Passed the point of no return

John found this little mental workout, and says:

It’s great that our local climbing gym has workshops for women…  But “passed”?

Hey, at least they got the possessive pluralization of “woman” right!

Hoo knows?

Kacia says:

I’m just forwarding this to you directly.  I have NO IDEA WTF is up with the subject line here — no matter how I parse it, it doesn’t make sense!  Are they trying to make a play on “hoo” with the owls, but wrote “whose” instead?  And “look’s” with an apostrophe?!  I’m at a loss…

Hoo knows, Kacia?

It’s about Time

Reporter #1’s final submission for the week!  She posits:

…maybe the car’s brakes were broken during or following the earthquake so it’s actually correct.

Thanks for a lovely week, Sarah!

Not privy to that spelling

Outdoorsy John found this one in a restroom along the Appalachian Trail.  It’s a little tough to see, but that’s definitely a “Your welcome” lurking down there.

Personally, I feel that if you’re going to deface perfectly nice signs paid for with my tax dollars, you should at least spell your graffiti properly.

Thanks, John!

Of course…

…only what they mean is “coarse.”

PetCo, people.  A major national chain.  Round of applause.

How now, cooked shrimp?

Fellow cynic and nit-picker Davery notes,

Here’s something that bugs me to no end.  The “yea/yeah/yay” misspelling. Unless they meant “Yea, shrimp!” and “Nay, halibut!”

Forsooth, Davery!

Actually, we took out a policy on you…

…so go ahead and get injured.  Love, the Shuttle Bus Operators.

Thank you very much for this delightful Friday homophone, Childhood Friend Katie!

Argh.

I found this one in a parking lot last night.  I think it’s extra-special because the tiny little ad on the lower left says “Total Photo Imagine (On The Spot).”