Yes, we have ads in our elevators. But that's not where I'm going with this.
I then said, "Yes, but that one has a rogue apostrophe that gets me every time."
"Rogue apostrophe?" queried Well-Dressed Man #1.
"There's an extra apostrophe in the word 'clothiers' that doesn't need to be there." By the time I finished this statement, the ad was gone and we had arrived at my destination.
As I got off the elevator, Well-Dressed Man #1 said, "We'll take care of that."
So. Evidently I just opened my mouth and let the Testy Grammarian out to one of the people in charge of the ad. Yay? I mean, on the one hand, I was wondering if I should say anything (they are particular about their dress, and thus their image, so I figured they *may* appreciate it), and on the other, I was thinking if I did say anything they'd just shake their heads at me and wonder who the hell I thought I was.
Now I just have to wait and wonder if they'll correct the right instance of 'clothier's'. It appears twice in the ad, and one of them is proper, but since I couldn't point to the specific rogue I was speaking of, I can only hope they'll get it right this time.
I think this means that now there's no "apparently" about it, it's confirmed once and for all that I am that guy.
I suppose I had to be some type of "that guy", but I find it kind of funny that I'm this one since I don't consider grammar to be a particular strong suit. Oh well - better this than math. Plus, what's life without some irony for flavor?
