I just couldn’t help myself. I know it’s lame, and I know it’s a stupid thing to be pedantic about, but for some reason, it just really grinds me. It’s like, I have this friend on Facebook who goes completely mental when someone mistypes “there” or “their” or “they’re”, and I had a boyfriend once who would get red-faced over the “10 items or less” signs at the supermarket.
I’m not that weird, is all I’m saying. Not really.
I was standing behind another customer, in the dimly lit basement of _Dirty Dreams_ and I was half-listening to him. “Do you have, uh, any of that Japanese stuff? You know with the girl and all the guys?” He looked more or less like you’d expect. Big sweaty guy whose ass-crack was winking nauseatingly at me from the too-tight waist of his pants.
“Bukkake?” asked the clerk.
I couldn’t help it. I cleared my throat, “Actually,” I said, “it’s pronounced boo-car-kay”. The guy swivelled to look at me. He inspected me like I’d shown up at his doorstep trying to sell him religion.
He snorted, “‘Boo-car-kay’, huh? And you’re some kind of – ” he waved his hand dismissively – “expert?”