I hate typos.
As a writer, they just burn my britches. I hate typos, and I know I make them occasionally (we all have our middle-of-the-night, bleary-eyed blogging moments). But Lord, help me never to make a typo this bad:
This woman, who was innocently eating behind us at Zio's (I pretended to take my daughter's picture but had her lean to the right), is wearing a t-shirt proudly displaying the logos of all the poor, hapless companies who had no idea they would be reduced from presenting "sponsors" to "sponors."
What exactly is a Sponor? Someone who likes to spoon? Short for sperm donor?
Oh, the humanity.
This woman, who was innocently eating behind us at Zio's (I pretended to take my daughter's picture but had her lean to the right), is wearing a t-shirt proudly displaying the logos of all the poor, hapless companies who had no idea they would be reduced from presenting "sponsors" to "sponors."
What exactly is a Sponor? Someone who likes to spoon? Short for sperm donor?
Oh, the humanity.
posted by Shelley Brander at
9:43 AM
1 Comments:
I would love to play a little Scrabble with the people who let that fly off the press!
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