I loathe seeing the little red light on my phone illuminated – it usually portends a useless rep doing something wrong, or a customer informing me of a problem with their computer. Today, though, it was a message from my father – whose word-nerdery I’ve inherited – following up on our conversation from the other night, wherein the spelling of Jeroboam was debated. That beats annoying reps or irritated customers any day.
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