Within 30 seconds of my arrival, someone asked me, “Did you see the typo yet?” First of all, really? Did I see the typo? It might as well have been in 60-foot neon letters. It’s part of my life’s calling to see the typo. So yes, I saw the typo.
A few minutes later: “Hey, did you see the typo?”
Yes, I saw the typo.
“Oh my God, there’s a typo on the sign. Did you see the typo?”
Yes. I saw the typo.
“You’re not going to believe this. Did you read that sign yet? There’s a typo. Did you see it?”
Yes. I. Saw. The. Typo.
This is the double-edged sword of being the typo guy (or gal). Once anyone who knows you spots a typo, they immediately want to bring it to your attention. Still, the mere presence of a typo guy (or gal) makes everyone more keenly aware of typos, which can only be a good thing for everyone.
So once I had assured everyone I had seen the typo, speculation began to run rampant that it was done on purpose, that somehow the restaurant had found out that I was the typo guy and slipped it in as a gag. If so, wow, brilliantly played. No one’s ever thought of slipping in an intentional typo knowing the typo guy (or gal) would see it. Not on birthday cards, not in e-mails, never. Good show.
If not … hey, there’s a typo on your sign. Did you see it?
By Steve Boudreault