Today I went to Subway, and while I was waiting to pay for my order, I looked to my right and saw a laser-printed notice that read:
THIS LOCATION OPEN 24 HOURS
BEGINNNING JULY 15
"Do you know your sign has an extra letter?" I asked the teenage cashier.
"What?" he said.
I pointed. He started to laugh.
"Hey, [name]," he called to the manager, who was showing another employee how to clean the drink machine. "You put an extra 'n' in 'beginning.'"
"In the sign. 'Beginning' has an extra 'n.'"
"Oh," said the manager. To me, he said, "That's been up for two weeks and no one else has noticed."
"I'm sorry," I said, starting to feel like a jerk. "I'm an editor. It's my job to notice."
"It's in all of them," giggled the cashier, who had gone to inspect the identical signs stuck in different locations around the shop.
At that point, I grabbed my sandwich and my Diet Coke and escaped, because the manager was looking a little too angry for my taste. Hey, buddy, I usually charge people money for my services. How about a free cookie or something instead of a glower?