Varmint, I’m a-gonna blow you to smithereens!
So I was behind a truck a few weeks back that had the moniker “Varmit Control” written in bold block letters. The business was, and I’m paraphrasing here, a “pest relocation service”.
The beauty of the name, obviously, is the creative misspelling. Clearly, it’s meant to be “varmint” as Yosemite Sam would tell you.
I almost called the number on the tailgate of the truck and told the proprietor of the mistake, but thought better of the correction. In the real world, just as on the internets, no one likes to be made aware of their writing gaffes.
Ahh reminds me when the day care in East Atlanta had a sign that read “One Step Foward”.
At least we still have the “hamberger” joint on Memorial Drive.
I miss the old signs at the Majestic above the counter:
All meats cut and prepaired daily
Try our tasty Sirlion Steak
and so on
There was a sign posted on the Grady High School track that was priceless. The fact that it was posted near a school made it even funnier, dare I say ironic. The sign read:
NO TREPASSING
VIOLATORS WILL BE PROSECUTE
Considering there was no law on the books about “TREPASSING” we always figured they wouldn’t mind if we played our pickup football on the field. Apparently they did mind… although I was never “prosecute”