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It was a February morning when Colonel Perkins, an amateur linguist, set off to the Caribbean. His calendar was packed, and his maintenance checklist was separate from his itinerary—a necessary precaution. |
| 2 |
As he boarded the plane, he felt a wave of ecstasy. "This trip will be definitely unforgettable!" he thought. Little did he know, disaster loomed. |
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Upon arrival, he faced a bureaucratic dilemma: his visa had a misspelled category. The harassed official sighed, "Your argument is apparent, but accommodating you isn't guaranteed." |
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Perkins, ever conscientious, tried to acquiesce. "I acknowledge the hierarchy," he said, "but my existence here is independent of this occurrence." |
| 5 |
The official, unimpressed, handed him a fluorescent form. "Fill this out—privilege requires proper pronunciation." |
| 6 |
Perkins' embarrassment grew as he struggled with "inoculate" and "millennium." His gauge of the situation was disastrous. |
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Finally, a liaison intervened. "Your intelligence is separate from your spelling," she said kindly. "Just changeable details." |
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Relieved, Perkins exhilaratedly signed—only to disappear into the cemetery of misspelled forms. "Necessary," he muttered, "but mischievous fate!" |
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