This article is making me uncomfortable. I’m talking
middle-seat, no-legroom, crying-infant-on-board uncomfortable. I count [
Owen begins his LeBron James impression]
not one, not two, not three… Actually, it is three. I count three glaring
errors in the span of a few paragraphs. The mistakes are popping up faster than
the titular animals in a Whac-A-Mole machine.
Strike one: If you’re going to spell
the wrong, do what the rest of us do and type
teh. Don’t commit mayhem by committing to three successive letters
in the bowels of
mayhem.
Strike two: An
s
should be beside the
point — and
that’s important. This writer’s
point
is not well taken.
Strike three: I’m unable to vouch for
voach, which can’t hack it as a
coach.
Take a seat,
voach, on a couch or in
a coach. I’m casting
coach. I don’t
want to see a
v where a
c should be, or cive versa. Er, vice versa.
