After my workout, sweaty stinky me goes up to the main counter...phone out (set to camera).
Guy behind the counter: "Um...can I help you?"
Me, focusing my camera on my prey: "Nope".
*click*
Guy behind the counter is looking a little irritated.
Me: "Oh, your sign is misspelled".
Guy behind the counter turns the sign around and confers with the 3 ladies behind the counter.
I guess they finally figured it out because when I went to the Y yesterday, the sign was fixed.
The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still. ~ Jean Rhys
Do you think there's a "paying" job out there somewhere to catch misspelled words in public - because you would become rich if there is.
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