Just a short little JackTale here. I was telling someone about this the other day, and I thought I’d share it with you ’cause it’s so awful.
When my first wife, Sherrie and I got engaged, it was going to be a big, fancy wedding. Okay, think lower-middle-income fancy. All those bride magazines are going to be the death of us.
Anyway, my parents bought into it, and wanted to give us something before the wedding as a special gift. They gave us engraved champagne flutes.
With the name of my ex-girlfriend on them.
As you can imagine…well, you can imagine. Sherrie was pretty distraught, and my parents were horrified and went rushing out to fix the problem. A week later, they brought us the replacement flutes.
With her name misspelled.
This is what we call, “a sign.” Too bad I ignored it. Sorry Sherrie.