A sign at a nearby animal shelter denoted “Spray/Neuter Clinic” some years ago. They have since corrected the sign, but I have photographic evidence of it.
Also, about 20 miles north of the city I’m in, there was a sign (standard green Highway Department) that said “Colubmia 26 [miles]”.
Yeah, I was given pause a few weeks ago, when my 10YO brought home a paper with details of her 4th grade field trip to the Carnegie Science Center in Pittsburgh, PA. On a paper from school, the words “itinerary” and “arctic” were both mis-spelled! Made me wonder what kind of an education she’s getting there. . .
Of course, this is the same school that, at their 4th grade graduation ceremony, had the students sing “Take Me Home, Country Roads”, including the line:
“Misty taste of moonshine
Teardrop in my eye”.
When I laughingly told my hubby about it, he replied, 'well, it is West Virginia; by the time they’re 10, most of ‘em have probably been drunk on moonshine!’
Whomever writes the menus at my company’s cafeteria is very creative at recipes (having something announced as, say, “penne bolognese” means there will be pasta and tomato sauce involved, but whether the sauce is actually bolognese and whether the pasta is actually penne are always To Be Determined); she’s also very creative at spellings, too. Patatas (potatoes) tend to lose one a and get extra consonants… the spelling of lechuga (lettuce) changes from day to day… when I’m standing in line waiting for my penne-or-not possibly-bolognese, I look at every sign playing a game of “how many typos can I spot today?” with myself.
The food’s pretty decent for cantina fare, though, and last I checked Gud Spelin’ wasn’t really a requirement for cooks.
The “daily specials” board I once saw in a Chinese restaurant:
TODAY’S CHEF RECOMMENDS:
Guess they had a different chef each day.
Not really the same as the others, but it still made me smile. A local pub had a sign with insertable letters. The pub was near the university, and wanted to advertise to the students, but a couple of the letters just wouldn’t stay in the sign. So, more often than not, the sign read:
When I was a theatre manager, one of my jobs was to change the marquee. I hated that. One night some merry pranksters changed it, and I had to change it back. Bastards.
The Pig Hip was a famous diner on Route 66 in Illinois, later converted to a museum. This sign must have cost them quite a bit, since it was never changed even after they realized the error. (A smaller sign was added underneath that reads All that’s missing is “U”!)