It reminds me a little of a story from my childhood. A grade school friend and I had a falling out (we were maybe 10 years old), and he decided to write a nasty note to an old biddy in the neighborhood and sign my name to it. The woman told my mother, and my mother brought me over to talk to the lady. I looked at the note and started laughing.
"I didn't write this," I said, "I know how to spell 'bitch' correctly."
He'd spelled it "bich."
This was especially funny to my fundamentalist Christian mother who occasionally retells that story at family functions.
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Date: 2005-08-19 08:55 pm (UTC)It reminds me a little of a story from my childhood. A grade school friend and I had a falling out (we were maybe 10 years old), and he decided to write a nasty note to an old biddy in the neighborhood and sign my name to it. The woman told my mother, and my mother brought me over to talk to the lady. I looked at the note and started laughing.
"I didn't write this," I said, "I know how to spell 'bitch' correctly."
He'd spelled it "bich."
This was especially funny to my fundamentalist Christian mother who occasionally retells that story at family functions.
Yes, I was pedantic at a young age. . .