Tonight I became “that person.” But I did what I had to do.
I couldn’t just sit there and let it continue to happen.
I answered the call. The call of the abused apostrophe.
Though I love, LOVE my children’s school, I am sometimes surprised by the notes that come home. Notes about “Dress-down Fridays” bothered me greatly. They bothered me because they advertised “Dress Down Friday’s.”
I could hear the abused apostrophe screaming.
I let it go, for a time.
But tonight in the PTO meeting, I heeded the call. The chair asked for corrections to the minutes. I saw my opportunity and took it. I begged him to allow Friday to be plural, not possessive. “Let the minutes reflect the change,” said the chair. And the apostrophe and I wept.
Afterward, a couple of other parents thanked me. And there was much rejoicing.
Observe and report 
I love this story. I love how you wrote it. I guess they thought that Friday was a possessive day…
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Amen. The world asks Americans to speak ONE language. Why can’t we get it right? I broke up with a boyfriend when I was 19 years old because he abused the English language. I’m serious. Happy “Friday’s!” hahahaha!
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FINALLY! The perfect forum for you to make a change. Begin at the source.
I see it in my work all of the time. National ad campaigns. Local ad and broadcast info. Text for college publications from professors. Menus.
You should teach writing.
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HAHAHA! I love your punctuation stories, Beth. They make me think of you the minute I spot any errors in the wild. 🙂
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“Errors in the wild” — I love that!
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