Political Correctness

A brief post as I’m working on the Van Gogh again today. A party of elderly U3A passengers have chartered the ship to go whale watching apparently. Did I hear that right?

Last night we met a friend who is shop sitting for a friend’s antique shop in Falmouth.

‘I don’t want to be rude,’ he said. ‘But seeing the people that come in reminds me exactly why I gave up my shop. They are so dense!’

Some time in the afternoon a large girl carrying clipboard and briefcase came into the shop and looked round, demanding to see the No Smoking sign.

Julian doesn’t smoke but stared at her. ‘Who are you?’ he said.

‘I’m from Carrick Council,’ she said. ‘It’s against the law not to have a No Smoking sign.’

‘Who would smoke in an antique shop?’ said Julian. ‘And anyway, it’s not my shop. The owner’s away.’

‘That doesn’t matter,’ said Ms Carrick. ‘You have to display one of these signs by law. I shall come back next week to make sure the owner’s put one up.’

While Julian fumed, she made notes, handed him a few signs and a card.

The card read Smokeenforcement Officer.
Yes, all one word.

Not only has political correctness gone bonkers, but they don't know any grammar or spelling. So she's enforcing smoking? I’m not sure which incensed Julian more.