Bad Mattel! How Could You? (Or Why Proofreading Matters)

Last Saturday, I had to pick up the Grandpuppy's allergy meds. The prescription has to be filled at a Big box store, whose name I won't mention because (1) I don't want to admit I shop there, and (2) ironically, they are totally innocent in the following matter.

The pharmacy department didn't have the medication ready because (1) it's super expensive and (2) I pay cash. The techs always freak out about filling it until I come in and confirm that yes, I want the fucking meds!

(Seriously, the Grandpuppy loses all his fur and he develops sores all over his body when he's not taking this drug.)

But this isn't about the drug, the Grandpuppy, or the big box store. I wandered through the aisles to kill time while the pharm techs filled the prescription. Lo and behold, the cheaper versions of the Wicked dolls were in stock.

Now, I'm one of those weird doll collectors. I'll buy the expensive collectible version to display. Then, I buy the cheap version to play with.

Play with you say? Yes. As we've grown older, DH isn't as. . .enthusiastic at being my model for any fight or love-making scenes. So, I use dolls. The Made-To-Move Barbie doll bodies are especially awesome for working out character moves.

Anyway, I bought Elphaba in the full witch ensemble with a broom. She is currently sitting next to me as I write this. But she was in her box on Monday night when DH and I were watching The Late Show with Stephen Colbert, our end-of-the-weekday ritual.

The opening teaser was a story about Mattel accidentally printed the URL for an *ahem* adult website instead of the proper URL for the upcoming movie. Supposedly, Mattel was now recalling all the dolls. WHOOPS!

At the next commercial break, DH gets up and reads the box. Sure enough, the wrong website is printed on my box.

Am I taking my Elphaba back? Oh, hell, no! I think the typo is hilarious. But it goes to show why a good proofreader is necessary in everyone's arsenal, not just writers.