Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Red-faced at the Market
And then I had been asked to write a letter to the editor in support of the library levy for the local library, which I hardly ever use because put up this new building which looks as if it was designed by someone who flunked out of the Architecture School of Stalinist Russia in 1947 (a bad year for architecture everywhere), the interior of which is also badly laid out. I wrote what I thought was a very nice letter, but when it appeared I realized that either their proofreader had goofed or I had (probably the latter) and instead of "100 years of library use" it read "100 tears". I admit that I am a terrible typist, really awful, and I am also not a very good proofreader either, as Emily and Sally are only too eager to tell me. But anyway, that's twice I have embarrassed myself publicly this week-end. One more time and I may have to change my name and relocate.
But I did get to Macy's great sale and bought two jackets for the price of one; one for Sally and one for me.