#@%*! language atrocities

Upon receiving an eight page fax this afternoon in error for someone I’ve never heard of, I called the sender’s listed number to tell them of the mistake so that it could be resent to the intended party.

Their response? “My bad.”

“My bad” what? My bad back? My bad transmission? My bad breath?

How about- “My bad use of the English language”?

I could have temporarily adopted their standard of literacy and responded “No problem”, but the irony would have been wasted on them.


About Marcus

Who me? Introverted, neurotic, self-absorbed, increasingly cynical observer of human nature and part time social critic in hiding. Most of my life spent avoiding growing up. The naive idealistic passions of youth have evolved into the eclectic eccentricities of adulthood. Northeast Florida small-town native, related to people I can't relate to. Simultaneously my own best friend and worst enemy. Politically and spiritually unaffiliated, my personal ideologies put me all over the map or off it completely.
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