Sorry--I can't agree. Misspellings are unfortunate, but can be forgiven as marks of ignorance or inadvertence. The thievery carries the sign of bad intent because it involves knowingly violating someone else’s rights, particularly since the act of defacing the national park by stealing the artifacts is wholly unmitigated by any individual's need for the fossils.
Not everyone has the benefit of a full education to the standard that ensures they can spell well. It doesn't make them bad people, but instead less fortunate than you.
I had a precious piece of petrified wood my grandfather picked up on a cross-country trip in 1926. Then it was stollen, which made me so sad and mad. My solace was that it still existed somewhere. Now I see that someone stole some bad luck. Congratulations!
While there I considered taking a little piece that looked exactly like a piece of wood. I knew bad karma would come. I bought one as cool looking at a store in town. Dodged a bullet.
The lady who was kind enough to include 20 cents so the park could buy another petrified rock -- priceless. ♥
Dogs and cats seem to really be taking the brunt of these bad decisions.
What I find even more appalling than all the thievery are the misspellings in the letters. Perhaps the two go together?
Sorry--I can't agree. Misspellings are unfortunate, but can be forgiven as marks of ignorance or inadvertence. The thievery carries the sign of bad intent because it involves knowingly violating someone else’s rights, particularly since the act of defacing the national park by stealing the artifacts is wholly unmitigated by any individual's need for the fossils.
I was a bit tongue in cheek... Obviously the act of someone holding up the corner bank is worse than the misspelling on note he slides to the teller.
Not everyone has the benefit of a full education to the standard that ensures they can spell well. It doesn't make them bad people, but instead less fortunate than you.
Fascinating insights into the human psyche.
What a great post, thank you.
Glad I never took any rocks from there! And rocks in the bra? Could there be a less painful way to steal?
I had a precious piece of petrified wood my grandfather picked up on a cross-country trip in 1926. Then it was stollen, which made me so sad and mad. My solace was that it still existed somewhere. Now I see that someone stole some bad luck. Congratulations!
While there I considered taking a little piece that looked exactly like a piece of wood. I knew bad karma would come. I bought one as cool looking at a store in town. Dodged a bullet.
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I also noted the uncomfortable number of misspellings.
I flinch often while reading NextDoor posts, the closest thing to social media I have.