The start of a [sic]ness

I was an innocent, doe-eyed young lass living along coastal North Carolina when I stumbled across something that would enrage and change who I am for all eternity. It was this:

I literally stopped dead in my tracks. Was that a rogue apostrophe on the Sheraton sign? Etched into stone?

I won’t lie. I sort of got all Bruce Banner when I saw this. Here’s why:

By this time, I had spent a few years working in publishing and advertising. I know, for a fact, that before anything gets printed or, say, etched into stone, it’s proofed by writers, proofreaders, account managers, clients, etc. I’m sure the Sheraton has several of those people working for them. My point? Somebody signed off on the proof. Before it got ETCHED INTO STONE.

Secondly, this is such a common mistake, yet it’s actually one of the easiest grammar laws to figure out. You see, the apostrophe has three uses: 1) to form possessives of nouns, 2) to show the omission of letters, and 3) to indicate certain plurals of lowercase letters. When you add an “‘s” to the back of the word elevator, you’re showing that the elevator is possessing something. Hopefully it won’t be whoever walks into the elevator, because that has B-level horror movie written all over it, and if that’s the case, I refuse to use the elevator at that hotel.

Finally, I wonder what it says in braille?

So what did I do about it? Well, I took this picture, because really, what can I do about it? Every fiber of my being wishes I could take a chisel and get rid of it, but I probably would have ended up in jail, regardless of my pleadings that I couldn’t go another day with seeing an erroneous apostrophe on their wall.

And here you see where what I call “my [sic] world” was born. In writing, if you’re quoting something somebody else wrote and you know there’s an error, but there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it, you put the adverb sic — a Latin word that means “intentionally so written” — in brackets. So I’ve begun documenting the errors I see that make it out in this crazy world of ours, and in my head I’m screaming [sic] [sic] [sic]! It’s my little way of acknowledging the errors that I see, about which I can do absolutely nothing. I had a blog about this long ago that had a tiny following (meaning my friends Mason, Heidi, Ryan and Ronnie), but most of that content was lost when it was eaten by savage beasts.

Then I used them to make some direct mail postcards that never got printed.

And eventually, I will probably make a coffee table book that Mason, Heidi, Ryan and Ronnie might buy, unless I give it to them first.

In short, this is a bit like therapy for me. And no, I have no idea how I wasn’t beat up as a child.

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