Filling the gas tank, cold rain and wind blowing. Glanced across the street. New message on the sign at the corner of our restaurant. (I call it "our restaurant" because we typically eat there twice a week.) Egregious grammatical error. I reach for the camera. "Ha," I think, "I'll post that."
Nobody likes a smart-aleck. And everybody despises a pedantic smart-aleck.
I am trying to be more tolerant, more loving; less critical, less pedantic.
And in this endeavor, less is more.
Ouch! Just sprained my arm patting myself on the back.