My calendar yesterday had a New Yorker cartoon of an annoyed man in a restaurant saying to the waiter "I'll have the misspelled 'Ceasar' salad and the improperly hyphenated veal osso-buco."

Whilst dining at the local tavern I mentioned that they had spelt espresso incorrectly. They had 'expresso' (perhaps the idea was to serve it quickly.) I was amused however when the next week i noted they had corrected the mistake. The board now reads "esspresso'. Hate to see them try cupachinno.

I know how he feels. There is a new store near my office that calls itself Drum Bazar in big red letters. I have this great need to bring a paintbrush and red paint, and add the missing A.

Then there was the printed sign at the local PO that had the word 'seperate' corrected, uncorrected, corrected, and uncorrected through about 3 or 4 penciled-in cycles.

3 penciled-in cycles

Well, at least they had the good sense to use a pencil, Faldage.

BTW any Paris Hilton wannabe knows "expresso" is something you sip, but never spell.

In the early ‘70s my friend and I auditioned for a “wandering minstrels” job at a Mexican restaurant. We got the job and were asked the name of our duo. We hadn’t a name, but after a moment’s thought we can up with “The Elixirs”, knowing the effect that their food had on the hapless diners. When we came to play a day or so later, we saw the little marquee displaying: “Tonight The Ixlers”, and so instantly became the only surviving descendants of that brand new lost ancient civilization.

corrected...3 or 4 penciled-in cycles.


Oooooo, hubby hates it when I do that. But, but, sometimes, it's just so grating when you see a glaring error taunting you.

it's just so grating when you see a glaring error taunting you.

There is nothing so taunting as a grating error glaring you in the eye, belMar. Unless, of course, it's a glaring taunt which is error free. That would really grate.

and so instantly became the only surviving descendants of that brand new lost ancient civilization.

¡!

There was another one on the time sheet for the Friends of the Library volunteer book sorters that went through several oscillations of 'fewer than n hours' and 'less than n hours' until I declared that we were measuring time, not counting hours.

After being called a Paris Hilton wanna-be twice in the last 24 hours I think i may take my Louis Vuitton bag back to my hotel and scull some Moet. Perhaps I'll need grapho wisdom to give me directions. Lord knows I'm not smart enough to work it out myself.

After being called a Paris Hilton wanna-be twice in the last 24 hours

I never suggested that you were a Paris Hilton wannabe, Shelb.

I'm sure you could find your own way back to the hotel to scull some Moet. And maybe some T. S. Eliot as well.

The word "accommodation" is my favourite. Every tourist area I go into, I watch for it mis-spelled on signs. Stayed in a B&B in Zild once where it had been spelled as "Acomodation", and told them about it. Went past the same place a few months later and saw that they had "corrected" it to "Acommmodation". Right number of letters, and therefore ....

>>Acommmodation



Doesn't it just make you sigh...and wish you had enough loot to buy them a dictionary and say, "Here. Use it."

That's one worth photographing.

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and so instantly became the only surviving descendants of that brand new lost ancient civilization.

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Did they introduce you as "a friend of Mayan?"