posted by dave on Tuesday, March 13, 2007 at 7:00 PM in category daily

Just got back from the store, where I purchased the following:

- Two pounds of ground chuck
- Two boxes of taco shells
- Two packs of finely shredded cheese
- Two packets of taco seasoning mix
- One bottle of shampoo

Okay, so the young cutie running the checkout scanned all this stuff through and, in a leap of deductive reasoning that would have made Arthur Conan Doyle proud, asked, "Are you making tacos?"

Now, as blown away by her intelligence as by her beauty, I nonetheless managed to regain some of my composure. She was a real treasure, this girl. And one I couldn't let get away.

"Wow," I stammered. "Beuty and brains? Where have yo bee all my life?"

Yes, I actually spoke with typos. I was that unsettled.

The beautiful genius blushed and said, "I've been right here since 5:00. You're not going to put the shampoo in the tacos, are you? I never heard of that."

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Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
While I'm not much of one for pretention, you
should at least be aware that his name is "Arthur".
Yeah, he was an "author", but his name and his profession
aren't synonomous. We all have levels of ignorance.

Think about that the next time you go to eat a freshly shampooed

Yeah, I knew his damn name. It was my fingers that made the mistake. Kind of an odd typo though.

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