Here's the kind of crap I deal with at work: Apparently, those star-shaped things that live in the ocean? Well, they aren't called "starfish," nimrod, because they aren't technically fish. They're "sea stars"! Nevermind that nobody actually calls them anything but starfish. I did get my way on this one (and kept
"starfish"), but the very fact that we spent fifteen minutes talking about it is enough to make me cry when I go to the mall and see professionally-made signs saying fourth-grader shit like "Happy Holiday's" and "Try them! There the best!" all over the place. I'm almost to the point of going into the store(s) and talking to the manager about why their signs are wrong, and how they can fix them. I'm totally becoming one of those asshole people. I'll think I'm being all nice and polite about it when talking to the manager, but those people always think they're being nice about it. Whether you're right or not, there's no way to correct someone without coming across as an asshole. I've gotta keep remembering that...