Reminds me of the time the secretary of our church a bit too hurriedly typed up the overhead projector transparencies for a Christmas program. Fortunately the typo was caught at the rehearsal when we got ready to sing “All hail the power of Jesus’ name; let angels prostate fall.” (One of our deacons snarked that we needed some cranberry juice.)
Reminds of a great true story from the employer I retired from. When I first got there I was involved in writing a legal memo on the sale of surplus wrenches. After much review it got released and discussed the sale of surplus “wenches.” Furtunately, given our sexual harrassment policies, few of us, except my secretary and I, spotted it. The two of us had a great laugh over it.