I traveled this past week down to my parents’ place for Thanksgiving.
On Friday we ventured out to the local grocery store which was safe to do because my parents live out in a very rural area.
Of course the store had Christmas trees for sale out front because what else do you put on sale the day after Thanksgiving?
A fabulous green sign proclaimed the prices of these trees on the store’s front entryway door.
The “Large Fur” was only $29.99. The “Small Fur” was a steal at just $19.99.
After reading the sign again, I glanced at the trees. They were not fuzzy or furry. There were no furs on sale.
Upon entering the store, I went straight to the first employee I saw which happened to be the woman in the floral section. It made total sense to talk with her about this because well, she deals with the plants, right?
“Hi. So, I had a question about the sign outside about the trees for sale. Who can I talk to about it?”
“I’ll answer what I can…”
“Great! The word “fur” is misspelled. I’m sure it’s an honest mistake but the word for trees is spelled f-i-r, not f-u-r as your sign currently states.”
“Ummm….” She then gave me a blank stare. “Right. The large trees are $29.99 and the small ones are…”
I interrupted her, giggling because clearly she misunderstood me. “No, no, no. I don’t want a tree. I want the sign fixed because it’s misleading. Is there a manager I can talk to about that?”
“Well, the girl who did it… (insert puzzled look)… we’ll be taking them down later today anyway….”
“Great. Because those trees are not f-u-rs, they are f-i-rs.”
The above photo was taken the FOLLOWING AFTERNOON.