Yesterday was a bad day for my proofreader, Ms Tatiana Fovea, the Moldovan exchange student who spends her free time constructing a chicken coop here on the property. She’s short, squat and massively strong, the daughter of an Albanian father and a Moldovan mother. Back in Chișinău, Tatiana was the Fourth Assistant Vice Commissar of the Oblast Dairy Collective, but she wanted a better life in America and is studying to become an optometrist. I tell Tatiana she’ll put the fun in fundus, but just in the eighth month of ESL, eye related japes fall flat. Eastern European roots notwithstanding, Ms Fovea looks distinctly Russian and has the facial expression of a menacing matryoshka doll. Her bad day was occasioned by a dreadful typo she let slip in the first sentence of an important column. What happened next was distressing.
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