Spotted on Bourke Street
Ah, I love it when I spot a spelling error. This isn't as pleasing as finding a mistake in The Age newspaper, but it's still pretty good, especially given the name of the shop. Or maybe they sell statues?
Years ago I pressed a boyfriend to name something about me that irritated him, and all he could come up with was my penchant for pointing out spelling errors on signs and in menus. Either he thought I was just about perfect or he was lying to me.
Crispy
There's lots of crispy leaves on the footpath in my street lately, I suppose because the hot weather has dried them out nicely. CRUNCHY CRUNCH CRUNCH!
Have I mentioned that I have my flat to myself for nearly a month? Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
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If you perused The Hun you'd be itching every 5 mins to slap various journos who can't spell, use an apostrophe, etc.
Hmm. Maybe I should, but then it probably wouldn't hold the same pleasure as finding a mistake in The Age since it's (supposedly) high brow and (supposedly) aimed at well educated types.
I thought after I posted this that maybe the shop made the mistake on their sign on purpose, given their name, but I don't consider that a typo. A typo is a mistake your fingers make; that's a spelling error, made by the brain.
I also have the same penchant for picking out spelling errors and typos.. then again I'm bad at counting...
That boyfriend was all wrong for you. He should have loved you all the more for that particular penchant. Spelling Nazis, unite!
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