Well we have anal retentive grammar/spelling people here who’s only job is to correct other’s misteakes.
“Well we have anal retentive grammar/spelling people here who’s only job is to correct other’s misteakes.”
I’m one of them. Most of us hold back for as long as we can, until something particularly egregious, something that couldn’t be a typo, sets us off.
Myself, I appreciate having mistakes corrected, but then, I was a writer, editor, and proofreader for a long time. Spelling and grammar are important to me.
I guess things can be taken too far. The late great Fr. Neuhaus of “First Things” wrote in connection with ending sentences with prepositions, “William Flynn of Tallahassee, Florida, says he appreciates my tolerance when it comes to what to end a sentence with. But he wants to test the limits of my tolerance with this: ‘What did you bring that book I didn’t want to be read to out of up for?’ I’m thinking about it.”
Nothing quite as good as a nice, thick, grilled misteake with a little dab of chimichurri on it.