At the Atlantis Laundromat on Atlantic Ave. The world still needs copy editors, continued. But they did have a still-functional California Speed machine, so I let it slide. The broken Marvel vs. Capcom game next to it was a box of sadness, however.
If all other pursuits fail in New York City, maybe I can work as a vigilante copy editor. I guess I have that subconscious compulsion as is, like when I pulled out my marker to correct a “first come, first serve” error on a sign at work yesterday. New York seems to have more poorly edited signs than journalism job opportunities right now.
There’s already a character called The Question, though his heroism is
neither punctuation- nor syntax- nor grammar-related. But he is a ruthless absolutist, as all good copy editors should be.