My sister is a trained volunteer sheriff for her city. Two days ago, she broke one of her toes against a bed leg and had been hobbling around painfully. We were texting this morning …
She said, “I’ve decided to find a replacement for Sheriff ingredients tomorrow.”
I asked, “Ingredients?”
I laughed out loud and sniggered and she said, “Ignore it.” Of course, that’s impossible.
I texted back, “How to make a sheriff…one uniform, one car, one partner…”
She added, “One doughnut, no, two doughnuts.” Then she added, “The word ingredients was just supposed to be –ing at the end of sheriff for sheriffing.”
I knew that, but I liked the mistake better—more scope for the imagination.