You know how some people are relentlessly fastidious about spelling, grammar and punctuation, even on homemade "lost cat" signs and fourth graders' homework assignments? That's me. I'm that guy. Don't believe me? Ask my wife. She will probably react to your query the same way she reacts when we walk past a notice that says "please enter through side door's" and I freak out.
It is a gift, and a curse. The gift part is the sense of intellectual superiority that I carry around with me, everywhere I go. The curse part is the potential that sense of intellectual superiority has to damage my relationships. But I did not choose this burden. You think I want to cringe when I read a text message that says "we r still @ home. well drive there 2gther"? (Yes, I do want to cringe when I read that, actually.) But someone has to be the guy whose friends slowly lose the desire to correspond with him. And I have shouldered that load, and shall continue to do so. So you're welcome.
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