I don't know why I ever imagine shopping will be a hassle free, semi relaxing experience, but I always manage to fool myself into that mindset. Then I find myself in the store, trying to navigate my cart through idiot human being after idiot human being and becoming more and more enraged. They stop in the middle of an aisle, they weave back and forth slowly in front of you like they know you're trying to move past them but they'll be damned if they'll let you because god forbid you should get to the celery before them. I hate them. They let their children roam about aimlessly, always finding their way directly in front of your cart and always finding themselves suddenly stricken deaf so that you have to say 'excuse me can I pass' so loudly that no one believes you sincerely wish to be excused. You're right, terrible absent-minded parent, I don't wish to be excused. I wish to get my friggin' green tea and move on to the next item on my list.
No really. I hate them.
The sign that has hours and whatnot listen behind the circulation desk at the library has one particular note that needs to be shared.
Sorry-
We do not accept foreign currency, including Canadia coins.
My browser underlined the word that you probably think (correctly) is spelled inaccurately, and I noticed it. I would've corrected it, except I want to drive home the point that while I certainly saw the error, because at a glance the wavy red line under the word drew my attention, this sign went past numerous people and various printers, AND NOBODY NOTICED.
It's a big sign too, you guys. Like, sideways poster size. Large. Obvious. Why has nobody fixed this?
