Peel your eyes, you can find signs in real life better than any punchline you could dream up for one of those fake sign sites.
Comes this story from Minnesota Prairie Roots (with more details there): Harriet Traxler of Carver, Minnesota, drove U.S. Highway 212 between Chaska and Cologne, Minnesota, coming on a sign at a garden store, selling food for a Boy Scout fundraiser — we guess.
Minnesota, in the summer, you don’t sell just hot dogs. You sell brätwurst. Bräts. Or, if you don’t have the letter with the diacritical markings over the top in your sign kit, “brats.”
Oh, you see where this is going, don’t you?
“Here’s the sign Harriet spotted several years ago in front of a garden store along U.S. Highway 212 between Chaska and Cologne, Minnesota.” Caption from Minnesota Prairie Roots. Photo by Harriet Traxler
Ms. Traxler notes the sign was gone the next day. Sold out?
We hope they hit their fundraising goals, but we might worry about just what it was they were really selling.
Punctuation and diacritical markings! They can prevent horrible misunderstandings!
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This sign was too obviously a misunderstanding. Now if it had said Eat a Brat. . .
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