SEMA week is an absolute blur of activity. Media Center in the morning for coffee. Walk the floor. Shoot cars. Find out gossip about Primedia's possible (and most likely imminent) sale of its enthusiast auto mags. Shoot cars. Listen to former co-workers complain about the sorry state of our old company. Lunch meetings with the Big Three. Shoot cars. Back to the media center to write. Shoving one's way through the throngs can be a maddening experience, so in search of a bit of peace and quiet, the harried journo takes a quick trip back to the front of the South Hall via the outdoor sidewalk, where said harried journo sees the above sign posted repeatedly. One would think with all of the billions spent on facilities in Sin City, the developers in question could afford a design program with a spell-check feature. One would be wrong. Dead wrong.
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