Surprise! My father showed up this weekend and was charming (as opposed to my mother, who was not, but that's another story, and not worth telling). In the discussion with my father, where we were congratulating each other that we Googled well, my father confessed that he has acquired quite a reputation among his colleagues as the Grammar Policeman.
I thought that particularly hilarious based on the timing of my last post. We must have spent a good ten minutes attempting to one-up each other with horrible common grammar and non-words. (I so wish I'd had some of the corkers from the comments in my last post! I had to take a hot shower after reading what you all wrote. You're all going to hell.) He physically recoiled from "orientate," as if I'd used a cattle prod.
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Guess I know where I get it.