They're Burying Their Dead Over There

I am the sort of bitter, nitpicking, crazy fool that has a tiny red Sharpie as a keychain accoutrement. I practice a form of grammatical graffiti, you see. Ninja-like in my clandestine scribblings, I have corrected publically-displayed signs from Seattle to Miami, at great personal risk.

The denizens of Apostrophe Catastrophe have not yet reached my level of madness, but they are providing a valuable documentary service:

Hate the misuse and abuse of the poor apostrophe? *

• Do you wish people could just remember that one **only uses the apostrophe to indicate possession or when omitting characters? *

*Find yourself muttering "the egg's **what is on sale?" at the grocery store? *

You are among friends.

Carry on, my brethren. And may we be victorious against this ignorant tide, or else bobble safely above it in a raft made of self-righteousness and resentment.
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