It could be the weather, or my thyroid, or a cold starting, or simply old age. Whatever it is, I don’t like it. I am naturally considerate, friendly and kind, an optimist, cheerful, glass half-full type of person, not a gloomy, grumpy, interfering, bad-tempered old busybody. Am I not?
A new business has just opened in our local parade of shops, on premises that used to be a halal butcher. I’m glad to see the halal butcher gone, as I don’t like the thought of halal slaughter, especially as it was a sweet shop when I was a little girl, so it felt like a kind of desecration to me as well.
Now the sign over the window advertises an intriguing combination of trades: Travel Agent and Building Maintanance. My virtual red pen slashed through that last word and in my present bulldog-attack mode I marched in. A pleasant-looking Asian gentleman in a business suit greeted me with a wide smile and a cheerful “Good morning.”
“Good morning, ” I smiled back, “Do you know you have a spelling mistake in your sign?”
His smile became less wide.
“Really?” (Who is this mad woman? It said behind his eyes.)
“Maintenance, “I told him, “has an ‘e’ not an ‘a’ in the middle.”
“But I checked it online!” (Infallible Internet!)
“I assure you, “ I insisted with an air of great authority, “You should check in your dictionary. And anyway, I know. I’m a teacher.”
“Oh, thank you very much. Are you really a teacher?“ The smile was back.
“I’ll get it changed as soon as possible.”
I smiled back. Good boy. Do as Teacher says.
“I just thought I’d let you know. I can’t help noticing spelling mistakes, they leap out at me!”
Wide smile from ear to ear: she isn’t dangerous, just an eccentric old woman.
I know. I’m a teacher. I really don’t believe I said that.
But I did, and now I shall have to wait and see if he really does get the ‘a’ changed to an ‘e’. Will I have the courage to go and give him a gold star if he does?