Our poor little language gets pranked again.
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It’s Thursday, and if you happen to be in Arlington, Virginia, and if you like oysters, you can eat raw ones at a certain restaurant, from 4:00 p.m. “til supplies last.” (I’ll wait while you squint at the photo to see for yourself. Or until you do.)
Now, seeing an English-challenged sign did not make this the “worst Thursday that ever happened.” That distinction, if I can believe the promotional copy on the back cover, belongs to a particular day in The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, a copy of which I happened upon today in the kitchen at work, free for the taking—so, of course, I took it, since I (“For shame!”) have never read it.
