I went to the dermatologist this morning to have them take another look at the cancer on my right cheek. I was wearing a sweatshirt given to me by a friend who knows me very well, which reads “I am the grammarian about whom your mother warned you”.
The PA first had trouble pronouncing “grammarian” and then asked me what it meant. I told her it was some one who wanted you to speak English correctly.
“Ooh. Something like a librarian?”
Close enough. Close enough.
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