In loving, living memory, John Melançon 1928 – 2007
[I think it was the same job that he knows he got only because of white skin privilege, though I'd have to ask to clarify. Note to self: too late now, %$#@&*!
It was a place with a big printing operation, his job was the lowest in the place to [move printed sheets].
He happened to notice that a word was mis-spelled, deodorant (maybe in the same way I just mis-spelled it, "deoderant"). He brought a sheet to his foreman who called the office and then yelled "stop the presses!"
The big boss wanted to know who spotted it.
I got a ten cent an hour raise, which wasn't bad back then.
The women who fed the sheets [into some other machine] said oh, 'why didn't I spot that?'
That's how sharp I was.