My eye’s! My eye’s!
It might hurt the tummies of the livestock if you feed them. It certainly hurts word nerds to see this unwanted apostrophe in Tummy’s (to say nothing of the mysterious capitalization).
Overseen at the Topsfield Fair in Massachusetts.
I happen to know that Camp Retirement, the active seniors living community where I spotted this sign, actually has many, many residents.
Okay, here’s a quick refresher: If only one resident is allowed to use the water fitness equipment, the apostrophe goes between the resident and the s: resident’s. If you have many residents using the equipment, the apostrophe goes after the s: residents’.
Somewhere, someone should have been using their noodle when they reviewed this sign.
This trifecta of apostrophe abuse capped off my week of apostrophic misadventures. Check it out:
I wouldn’t typically put apostrophes in atta or da, myself (but if you would, let’s hear it), but I certainly would not put them at the end of these words, nor would I put it at the end of ’em (rather than the beginning). It’s a curious, curious choice.
By the way, it’s Bloomsday. Treat yourself to a picture of Marilyn Monroe reading Ulysses and to a breathy, rapturous recording of Molly’s soliloquy as read by Irish actress Marcella Riordan.
Thanks to PG, who spotted this your where it should be you’re in an online ad for Lane Bryant:
MRP’s favorite part of this was noticing that the tagline is trademarked and investigating the possibility that they had trademarked the mistake right along with it.
Phew, they didn’t. You can all breathe easy now.