Picture it: Random Urban Environment, 2064.
The Grammar Vandal goes out for her morning Red Bull and Earl Grey tea. She has the skin of a baby’s bottom, considering that by this point, everyone is Botoxed from birth on. She is also dating a 29-year-old.
She then spies a sign. Horrified, she confronts the nearest employee:
Old lady: You spelled “candle” wrong.
Employee: What?
Old lady: You spelled “candle” wrong on one of your signs. Give me a piece of paper and I’ll fix it for you.
Employee: It’s okay.
Old lady (getting extremely angry): No, it is not okay. This is inappropriate and you need to fix it.
Hey, how about the candal vandal?
Or the candid vandal?