two typos and one gaffe

TYPO

Many years ago my roommate had a job doing paste-up (yes, that long ago) for Macy’s. One weekly ad she often handled was the huge one that was always across from Herb Caen’s column in the San Francisco Chronicle. It was a very popular page in a very popular newspaper, back when that stuff was relevent.

She did not happen to paste up that infamous men’s fashion ad, within which the copy declared the “latest knit shit.”

TYPO

I was at a workshop last month, which amounted to a four-hour presentation on needs assessments. I know, it’s a glamorous career I have. The Powerpoint presentation was rife with low-contract colors, erroneous capitalization, and jaggy graphics pulled from the web.

Just when I thought there was going to be nothing of interest, a bullet point appeared, urging us to “engage the pubic.”

GAFFE

I was on the radio last week, being interviewed on things related to my (glamorous) job.

I meant to say the word “party” and I said “farty” instead.

Twice.