Jack & Jill & everyone else is falling down the hill
So I'm in a thrift store (I needed some old lamp parts), and I'm standing in line waiting to buy them. My eyes are browsing around, and I see their long line of nested, parked shopping carts. This thrift store has been around a long time. On the side of each cart is a blue and white commercially produced sign. It says:
"D.A.V. Thirft Store"
Okay, I have Dyslexia, so I reread it a few times. It STAYS "Thirft".
I got up to the cashier and I said "How many people comment on the messed up spelling of your shopping carts?"
She looked over at them. And looked. And looked.
She said "No one. Ever."
I said "Huh. No one ever noticed THIR-FT?"
She looked again. "Oh my god!"
"Yeh, that's right."
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Okay, my next stop - my very next stop - is Home Depot for some light bulbs. I choose them, and again I'm standing in a checkout line. There's a man in front of me. I watch the cashier type in the name of his item being purchased:
"Utilly light".
She looks at it, backs up through the letters and retypes:
"Utilily light".
Yeh, that's right.
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I've avoided Lowe's ever since my FIRST visit because a) it took finding three people before one of them could speak English, and b) it took four people before I found someone who knew what "steel wool" was.
Where DO we go?
I don't know, but I CAN tell you where we're NOT GOING... and it's not uphill.