“This velvety wine is smoot
and redolent with the aromas of blackcurrant and vanilla.”
OK, I’m making that up. Not the whole thing, just everything except “this wine” and “is smoot.” For some reason I blanked out the rest of the sentence on the label.
I come from a line of typo-hounds on my father’s side. I don’t no how long a line, because both my paternal grandparents dyed bee four I was borne. So eye cant say weather they were similarly endowed/afflicted.
Butt aye don’t suppose my father’s ability (to characterize it charitably) came out of the blew. Certainly four all the years that eye new Dad and was old enough to take notice—say, 1957 (when eye was 5) until 2010 (when he dyed at 88)—aye watched hymn point out typos in newspapers, books, and menus, and, of coarse, on sines. I have know memory, however, of hymn ever finding a typo on a wine label.
Won year at university, my class was highly annoyed bye a professor who assessed a penalty for spelling miss takes in our papers, but not for typos. He figured he could tell the difference. My father agreed, but eye did knot.
Sure, sum miss takes look more like speling errors and some look more look typping fmbles or jumblse, butt others are knot sew clear. And as Ann editor, aye don’t much care, either. They all have too bee fixed.
But yew no, what’s interesting hear (eye no yew’ve been waiting fore me to reach this point), anyway, what’s interesting is that years ago aye red (or maybe herd) that men bye wine with hi ratings and women bye wine with pretty labels.
That day, with a nod to my departed father, eye bot a wine not inn spite of, butt because of, a label with a typo. How could aye resist finding out four myself weather it was smoot?
And the answer is (and aye no yew’ve been waiting four this two): Know, knot really. What can eye say except that sum miss takes are much, much worse than typos.