The Trials of an English Major

On Sunday, Ali and I went to the mall. We were minding our own business, walking around the first floor plaza, when a kiosk caught - nay, offended - my eye.

Its wares? T-shirts. Its transgressions? Twofold: one tee read, "Fourty", and another proclaimed, "Your Fired".

This is why I shall never again leave the house without a full complement of Velcro letters and punctuation marks.