Even the most laid back and egalitarian among us can be insufferable snobs when it comes to coffee, music, cars, beer, or any other pet obsession where things have to be just so. What are you snobbish about?
The only thing I can think of is that I really am a grammar nazi. I try not to be obnoxious about it, and I do NOT go around correcting everyone else’s grammar. But it bothers me. Really bothers me.
Yesterday I heard a woman say she “axed” someone a question.
Someone else said “supposably” instead of supposedly.
I won’t even mention the misuse of there, they’re, their.
Apostrophes. Oh my word. Appalling.
It’s kind of fun, though, to collect misplaced modifiers.
My favorite: I was in a rest stop in No Name, Colorado. I was minding my own business in one of the stalls when I glanced at the sign on the inside of the door.
It read, “Toilet flushes upon leaving stall.”
I laughed out loud. Anyone else who happened to be in the place probably thought there was a mad woman amongst them and promptly left, because the place was empty when I opened my stall’s door.
I remember reading an essay by a student who said that after a summer of fighting Indians, Daniel and Rebecca got married and had eleven children.
And everyone has heard about how old Abe Lincoln never wore anything but a stovepipe hat.