find the error

I try not to be a grammar nazi, nor am I even an expert in my native language, but this sign has been like this for over a year.

21 responses to “find the error

  1. πŸ˜†

  2. Oh, it's too early yet to spoil the fun. πŸ˜‰ It reminds me of a Tarot card reader and spiritual advisor I saw in my city years ago. In front of her neon house, she had a professionally painted sign that said, "Spiritual Counciling" (sic). Her cards should have helped her out on that one.

  3. :confused: what did they mean to say?

  4. BTW, it's a sly error that is a little hard to spot. Read it slowly and it might hit ya. Native speakers of English get 2 read-throughs. Non-native speakers get unlimited, though you may actually win the prize faster!

  5. Hey Gary! You're from that country where they speak English weirdly anyway, lol. In 1986, I arrived by air to London and took the tube (subway, darn it!) into town. At the station, I asked 2 gentlemen for directions and had to ask them to repeat several times. I walked away afterwards chuckling to myself that I could hardly understand the English from the mother of them all. I began to doubt if I was civilised (sic) at all! Oh my! lol

  6. πŸ˜† better be careful when you wear that. I can imagine a very shiny suit made of silver.

  7. Another story. Years ago I worked for a company that sold china, crystal, and silverware. Several of their vans said "silverwear" on the side. Every time I looked at them I imagined myself wearing a suit of knives and forks.

  8. 'Nother one! After that I worked for a company that printed bank checks and stationery (surprisingly none of their logos had the word "stationary" in the name, lol). Anyway, we got an order from a plumbing business that wanted checks printed with a name like "John Smith – Plummer". Noting the child-like scrawl on the order form and thinking he just didn't know, we corrected it to "plumber" and shipped the order. A few days later we got an irate call from him saying that we had botched his order. The customer must always be allowed to save face, so after asking him a few times, "Are ya sure?", we reprinted his order for free. we noted his file, "never correct spelling".

  9. I like your stories.:yes:

  10. Thanks Mike! I enjoy your company. You're a good find for me here on opera. This blog is truly my place to be verbose. I can go on forever about nothing.I never told you the beer/tequila story. I started having second thoughts about revealing so much youthful immaturity. I'll see if I can think of a way to tell it and not be so bad.

  11. :lol:"More verbose with large hall echo in abundance please!" :yes: …"This blog is truly my place"…
    …:lol:…
    …:devil:…
    'We stay at the best and past the rest' πŸ˜›
    Oh sweet sweet acidophilust….:P
    πŸ˜€

  12. Dubmaster! (AKA AOTEAROAnz),You're another really good 'un! 😎 Your humor is soft and stealthy. It sneaks up on ya, and before you know it, it's gotcha. πŸ˜€

  13. Hi Dave, i enjoy your company too. I think its a good idea about revealing youthful immaturity.:D

  14. :awww: πŸ˜€ :up:

  15. I was thinking of making a blog post about the youthful drinking immaturity, but I think it's better to bury it here in the comments. Here comes the wordy convoluted tale. The more words the better!OK, it started out by me watching some stupid TV program where they were playing a drinking game where they stacked quarters on their elbows. You would bend your arm back so that the back of your forearm formed a flat level surface parallel with the ceiling. Then you would stack quarters right at your elbow. At that point, you'd rapidly snap your arm forward so that the stack of quarters became airborne for a fraction of a second before catching them in the palm of your hand. The goal was so see how many quarters could be stacked on the elbow and still caught in the hand. 12 quarters or so was a point at which the difficulty began to increase significantly. The stack would wobble and fall, or you'd miss with the hand snap, making quarters fly all over the room. I was *SO* busy during my early 20's that I spent a lot of time practicing this. πŸ˜€ As for the game, it didn't matter if you caught the quarters or not, you got to take a drink each time. Drinking game rules are always very flexible.Fast forward to the early 1980's in Guadalajara, Mexico. I was going there every summer, sometimes Christmas, too, to learn Spanish and just hang out and suck up the wonderful city life there. At that time the Mexican economy had collapsed, making it a real bargain if you had dollars, so I was able to take meager savings and stay there for extended time and rowdy partying. In a minute I'll take you to a funny bar there called "Club Las Yardas" (The Yards Club), the name "yard" meaning the measurement of 3 feet, but first I must explain the one peso Mexican coin in use at that time.The one peso coin was amazingly similar in size and weight to the American quarter, and at that time they were only worth about a penny, US (one cent!). They were extremely useful to bring back to the US in bulk and use in all kinds of places, like parking meters and coin laundries. It was a real money saver. Sophisticated machines like Coke machines and public phones could detect the foreign coins and would jam, but lesser machines would not; however, the city next to where I lived still used pay telephones from the 1950's, the ones that made a "ding ding" sound when you put in the coins, so that was a real green light to go there with a sack of peso coins for some almost free long distance calling (phone phreaking). I, of course, never did any of this. I just heard that it was possible.Anyway, back to Club Las Yardas where the quarter-like peso coin made me stupidly famous for an evening. The name of the club came from the 3 foot tall glasses they used to serve the beer.See a pic of a glass, here.The beer came in several sizes there:yarda: 3 feet of beer, probably about 5 to 6 cans worth.media yarda: half yard, or 1.5 feet.yardita: little yard, maybe a foot tall, almost a normal size, lol.super yarda: a giant 6 foot glass of beer that required a second person to help you heft up the end for drinking the beer.As you can see, Yardas was a serious place that encouraged responsible drinking and mature behaviour. As a bonus, the longer glasses would get you all wet, because the beer would come rolling down the long neck of the glass, forming somewhat of a tidal wave as you tried to drink it. It took quite a bit a skill to manage this beer tidal wave, and as you drank more and more, there was less skill to be had.Being a foreigner and beginning learner of Spanish, I was trying to be careful and not be too much of the typical "idiot gringo" (pinche gringo) in this place, but of course it happened anyway. A friend and I were next to a table of rather hot and sexy looking Mexican college students, and we were both trying to get up the courage to approach, but the students were acting like they'd rather not be bothered by American trash, lol, so we laid low…..for awhile. As the beer was consumed, we gringos got more bold, and the hot-n-sexy students got more accepting. I guess everybody will take a fling with a gringo once in awhile. πŸ˜‰ As we all became friends for life, I started to perform and teach my noble and talented game of "quarters" (but using pesos). It was a big hit, and we all looked so good throwing pesos off our elbows and being soaking wet from the beer. Being that the pesos were almost the same as quarters meant that my carefully practiced tossing reflex still worked with the coins, and I gave a command performance that night, nearly doubling my previous record of stacking quarters. My gringo friend and the Mexicans, being beginners, were doing well tossing a stack of about 10 to 12 coins, but I was starting to exceed 20. Try balancing a stack of this many on your elbow, and you'll see the difficulty involved.I was beginning to approach almost 30 coins on the toss, and at this point the entire bar was over at our area cheering and placing bets. The bar manager came over and said if I could exceed 30, our drinks would be free for the evening. That's all it took! I think I may have even made it to 35. We all got our tabs paid in full by the manager, including the students. That made us friends for life…..or at least until the beer wore off.It was a proud moment that I will carry with me forever. It was, of course, yet another example of how "Murrrahkins" always act with discretion and dignity anywhere they go in the world.In another future post, I'll have to elaborate on how the evening continued after leaving Club Las Yardas………. …it was weird.

  16. Good story, to be continued…

  17. Mike, I think you are harboring some drinking stories that you are not letting go of. πŸ˜‰

  18. CYBER RIOT! :left::right: :PILLOW FIGHT! πŸ˜› Click me!

  19. That pic is cute strange! hehe 😎

  20. AOTEAROAnz, this goes out to you…., lol—-I think it was early this mornin', Whiskey came to my doorI could tell by her eyes that she had been cryin'Said I can't go home anymore.Her daddy was a rock'n roll singer, the head of a popular bandThe last thing he said before he put her to bedWas Whiskey you just don't understand.Whiskey come in out of the pourin' rainHe left you before he's gonna leave you againHe's flying high on some silver liner, or hidin' in a Holiday InnHe thinks that the livin' is finer, keepin' all that heavy bread comin' in.—-Just a little something I remember from Hoyt Axton from the 1970's.

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