On pulling a Brittney

and owning your mistakes

Dear reader, I’m ashamed to inform you that recently, I pulled a Brittney.

Oops, I did it again.

No, I didn’t drive with a baby on my lap.

Well.

Not recently.

My kids are all grown up.

But my Brittney, my repeated mistake that I ought to have known better?

I arsed up, spent money, made a mistake and now I’m unwilling to walk away.

I made business cards for my walking tours.

I even got Canva to show me a PDF proof.

I proofread this proof.

I did this, I swear!

But if this were to be brought in front of a judge, there would be no proof that I proofed my cards.

The evidence in fact directly indicates that I did not.

The question as to whether I did or did not proofread my business cards doesn’t matter.

What does matter?

The result.

I thought I was creating five hundred business cards with the words:

Jim Dalling

Offbeat Halifax

Walking Tours

That’s not what was printed.

What was printed was this:

Jim Dalling

Offbeat Halifax

Wallking Tours

Right?

Canva doesn’t have that wiggly little red line.

Fuckers.

So, what do…