This morning before work, I stopped by the Farmers’ Market and bought six ears of corn and a half bushel of peaches. Actually, according to the sign, they were PEACHE’S.
It was one of those signs that was just begging to be photographed, posted on the internet, and mocked. Unfortunately, I didn’t have my camera with me, nor was there a subtle way to snap a picture. In spite of the apostrophe abuse, the fruit was delicious. I don’t know who Peache is, but I’m glad she’s a farmer, not an English teache’r.
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I saw one a month or so ago on the sign for the hotel behind the JMU Bookstore on Port Republic. It said, “Come in and enjoy are pool.”
Megan: Ack!
At least you don’t attend Prince of Peach Mennonite Church.
JDT: That would really be the pits…