A word on typos

Don’t rely on your computer spell-check to pick up typos. The reason should be clear in the first two stanzas of a cautionary poem that has made the Internet rounds:

I have a spell checker

It came with my PC

It plain lee marks four my revue

Miss steaks aye can knot see

Eye ran this poem threw it

Your sure real glad two no

Its very polished in its own weigh

My cheque tolled me so.

As for the possible misery that a single typo can cause: did you hear the one about the priest who went to heaven? Upon seeing a building not far from the entrance gate, he asked St. Peter what was in it. St. Peter replied, “Why, the original pencil draft of the Bible.” Upon getting permission to inspect the document, the priest entered the building. A short time later, he came out groaning. “If I’d only known . . . . All that torment!” St. Peter asked, “What are you talking about?”

 “There was a typo in my version of the Bible,” replied the priest. “Mine says ‘celibate’ when it should have said ‘celebrate’.”