Typos Happen

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“What’s your policy on typos,” asked a friend of mine via Facebook chat one day.

“Uh. TELL ME RIGHT NOW SO I CAN CORRECT IT,” if memory serves, was my answer.

I’m not sure who, at some point, decided that being one of those “I can never be corrected” people was healthy, and to be frank, I’m positive that you need to seek professional “life coaching” if you are one of those, but damnit…

Typos happen.

I can be flying along, mid-idea, and words like “separate” and “peice”, or when i need to hyphenate a word, are the least of my concerns. If The Lords are being kind to me that day, auto correct throws a big, red squiggly line under it and I check it at my leisure.

But folks? Spell check is not a catch-all.

This one gets better after the jump. Pinky swear. Read the rest of Typos Happen on B-Metro.com