Do-Overs

 

Here’s a challenge. Would someone please design an edit function so authors of online comments can get a free pass for a do-over? The way either my blind eyes or my dyslexic fingers miss typos is enough to turn my face red and make my back itch.

 

I mean, I know better. I type in a comment and I reread it. But do I see the gaffes before I hit Enter? Never. It’s like my eyes go into sleep mode. Yesterday I immortalized loose when I meant lose. I suppose loose sort of worked — if I wanted to stretch things. It’s like knowing the right answer on a test but scribbling in the wrong black dot. Forehead slapping time.

So. I suppose it comes down to humility. I’m never going to be allowed to puff myself up or get even a mite cocky, because before I’ve taken that deep breath, I’ve found a way to embarrass myself.

Yes, ma’am.

How about you? What typos have you set in stone? Are you ducking any titters?