This is your brain... on drugs.

Wow. How can something so small and seemingly insignificant as a menu item fill me with such rage?

Thanks to the good people at the commissary where I work, we get to enjoy not one but two consecutive examples of unnecessary apostrophes.



You work in a kitchen. We can reasonably expect you to have a grasp on the use of both "huevo" and "ranchero" as part of your professional duties.

We won't even address the clumsily placed dash after "chipotle" or the pretentious "e" at the end of "grille." Did I mention this is a cafeteria?