Diane Henders got me going down this slippery slope (see Kiss Ass Typo) and I see no end in sight.
She has written several posts about how her mind plays tricks on her resulting in misplaced phrases (mental malapropisms as it were). It’s strange how the mind works (or doesn’t work as planned). More and more I’ve noticed these synaptic misfires. It’s led me to believe that my mind not only wanders but visits places that I would not take a drunken sailor.
Speaking of drunken sailors, every morning I would drive past my favorite Dunkin’ Donuts. One morning I drove by and read “Drunken Donuts.” I know that good ol’ Dunkin’ has been expanding its offerings but I was not aware that I could now stop by in the morning and get snookered on powdered donuts soaked in bourbon. What a novel idea. Instead of visiting your favorite coffee shop in the morning and your favorite bar in the evening, you just combine them into one-stop shopping.
I sat at an Asian restaurant and read the menu item “shrimp teriyaki” as “shrimp karaoke.” I am not sure what exactly transpires with shrimp karaoke. Is shrimp the only item on the menu? Do the shrimp participate in the sing-along? Do you only sing songs about shrimp? What is clear about this idea is that my mind is not.
I starting reading an article entitled “Fall’s most feminine slip-ons.” What I saw instead was “Fat’s most feminine slip-ons.” This mental slip-up puts me on the same embarrassing level as Target labeling plus-size dresses as “Manatee gray.” “Yes, my dear,” I say at a party, “you look very feminine in that fat slip-on.” Followed by KA-POW!
A similar misread of an article turned “How are you faring?” into “How are you farting?” Well, I suppose if you’re farting well, you’re faring well.
An informative article on “How to clear a gutter of leaves” turned itself into “How to clear a gutter of love.” The encounters of love sometime end in the gutter. It really sounds like a country song gone bad, right up there with “She flushed me down the toilet bowl of life.”
I am preparing for a long overdue general physical. As a major hypochondriac, I bring with me a single-spaced typewritten list of all my maladies. Recently my left foot has been bothering me so I added that to the list but when I reread the list the other day, “left foot” became “left fart.” I was, until then, unaware that farts showed a butt-cheek preference. Perhaps a succession of left-leaning farts have placed undue strain on one side of my body and, in an effort to compensate, my left foot reacted poorly. Is it possible that the doctor will prescribe medicine that even out the number of left and right leaning farts to relieve my poor left foot’s malady? (He said cheekily.)
Just last week, I saw an article entitled “Detroit won’t sell car collection” which I read as “Detroit won’t sell condom collection.” I certainly hope not. The City of Detroit needs to keep its self-respect, as well as its vintage condoms.
What tricks does your mind play upon you?
Manatee grey – so very nice and descriptive!
Your comment at the party – reminded me of a friend who had a bit much to drink one hot summer night. He said to his partner on the dance floor “You don’t sweat much for a fat girl.”
…followed by KA-POW!
The donuts and bourbon idea is excellent. Meanwhile, your words served as a reminder of this video.
I would not have survived.
LOL …. now on to the drunken donuts!
Magnificent brain typos – I’m still laughing! I was going to say I’m glad I’m not the only one who suffers from this malady, but to tell you the truth, I quite enjoy it.
And thank you ever so much for the mention! 🙂
You are quite welcome. My mind, wherever it is, thanks you as well.
My mind went on vacation and forgot to take me
Ha-ha. Excellent comment.
Diane will be very proud of you. I like shrimp karaoke, it conjures up very funny images. “How are you farting” is funny–because as you said, if you’re farting well, you’re probably faring well. But how the hell did you get “condom collection” from “car collection”??
I have no clue. You’ll have to ask my mind which is wandering off somewhere in the troposhere.
Thanks for sharing the link to Kiss Ass Typo, too. That was a fun read. 🙂
I learn what I need to know about Calgary from Diane just as learn what I need to know about Fargo from you.
Ha! Hopefully you are feeling well-informed about Fargo, North Dakota. lol
Hey I hear you, I put my shoes in the dishwasher the other day ha ha
Did you put your dishes in the washing machine?
This is a worrying malady, Cur that I hope you will bore your doctor with … and report back. I have not yet started with it but expect it to be incipient.
That’s incipient, not insipid … oh, I suppose it could be that too. 🙂
My doctor gets amusement from my maladies. I just get a bill.