One Little Letter

Don't you hate that feeling you
get when you realize your error 
the split second you make it? 
When you see your keys locked 
in the car right as you slam the 
door shut. When you hit "Send" 
on that text message just as 
you realize that AutoCorrect has 
given it an entirely different meaning. 
When you try to gracefully drink a
glass of wine at a wedding reception
just to move awkwardly and spill
it all over a carefully selected
dress. 

Thankfully, not all errors bring 
tears and regret. Some just
bring laughter every time we 
remember.

The new semester is about to start back up for one of my part-time jobs at the local campus. A couple of years ago, I was so excited for the new semester to begin because, as an employee, I would also be eligible to participate in the women's choir. I had emailed the choir director regularly to get all the details and answers to my questions. But the semester was just about to start, and I still hadn't received the final word on what days and times we would be meeting. I sat down at the computer, eager to finalize the last-minute specifics.

“Hello, Ms. Floyd! I’d like to know when the first rehearsal for the women’s choir is!”

Cheerfully, I hit “send.”  In that brief moment before the email traveled from my account to hers, I noticed a tiny typo, an omission of one little letter that changed the tone of the whole message:

“Hell, Ms. Floyd! I’d like to know when the first rehearsal for the women’s choir is!”

“No!!!” I grabbed the edge of my desk as I realized my mistake, but I was too late. The e-mail had sent. Instead of my message revealing a responsible, interested student, it sounded more like an impatient, impertinent sassypants. I was cussing out the choir teacher. If you know me, it is even more significant. I---the giggly, mild-mannered girl who plays keyboard at church every Sunday---was cussing out the choir teacher. 

And it cracks me up.

What "good" mistakes do you have in your memory that made a funny story afterward?