The card rack I had been searching through, took up most of the length of the shop. There I was looking through cards at dark end of the rack where the more subdued message cards were displayed, when I noticed under the section titled ‘Get Well”, a white card with lots of fine silver design on the front. In the relative gloom, the sparkle of silver had caught my eye. Honestly, I could not believe what I was seeing.
But in fact what it actually proclaimed on this card and every card like it, very loudly and in very thick silver letters, was:
“What…..” she looked really puzzled. It was obvious she could not see what I did.
I spoke the written words…shopkeeper was still no wiser.
Spelling, “Y-O-U-R in hospital, is wrong“. I explained how it should have been written and printed. In shopkeeper’s eyes a realisation visibly dawned. “It’s just awful”, I added.
“There are a lot of awful things in the world“, shopkeeper said. I agreed, differentiating however, that linguistically, in my own language, this was another one of them. I very much doubt I was her favourite customer of the day; not that I was much bothered,