Poor copy editing, especially on advertisements meant to sell something or entice me to go somewhere, drives me crazy to no end. I will focus on a mistake for hours on end, trying to mentally correct it. Of course, this Jedi mind-trick doesn’t really work as much as I’d want it to, but it helps to pass the time on a train ride.
The particular example that has spurred this post:
“It’s my flower show…because it has the all the things I like.”
In the first line. Really! I couldn’t stop staring at the first the in the sentence and it was driving a hole into my brain. Like a too slow screw going into a wall, scraping the entire way, I could focus on nothing but that. Luckily, a cute, muscular punk boy entered the train and sat directly under it to my benefit, so I had something else to focus and project on. All tattoos, shaved head and muscles.
It’s funny how cute boys have a tendency to make everything better.
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