I discovered a strange world, readers. The pictured excerpt is from Death Is a Cabaret, a book I purchased for my mom one Christmas. It’s a mystery set in Mackinac Island, Michigan, one of her favorite spots. I find it mysterious that world is where, I’m assuming, week should be. (Nice find, Mom!)
It’s difficult to look at this “gross world product” without smiling. I look for typos week in, week out, and today’s find necessitates week in, world out. Get out of this, world!
It’s not the end of the world as is, though it’d do me a world of good to see it fixed. Let’s decrease the world population by one.