I grew up in a little town in the Florida panhandle, just across the bay from Destin.
Niceville is a real place with real people and a real Mullet Festival. But it seems that since I left my parents’ home behind and spread my flabby batwings in 1996, things have fallen to shit.
I blame it on The Walmart that opened last year.
When The Walmart comes to town, the collective IQ of the townspeople plummets.
I’m sorry, current Nicevillians, but something this dire needs to be shocked into your brains.
The amount of grammatical errors displayed in our town has reached a critical mass.
I have eyes and ears living around town, and they all know my heart beats for proper grammar usage. My current favorite Niceville-area resident, Lori, granted me use of her images to make a point.
Townspeople of Niceville, you’re officially on notice for allowing these signs to happen, much less all exist in the span of a 10-minute drive from Destin to Niceville.
What are these tomatos, crowns, and onions possessing? You know, besides atrocious grammar.
Niceville, let’s get on the ball, and fix these egregious errors.
The rest of the world is watching and judging.
images used on We Know Awesome via Lori