Whenever we get food from a local Italian place at work, I always order the Prosciutto.  It’s prosciutto, fresh mozzarella, red roasted peppers, tomatoes, lettuce, and balsamic vinegar — all on toasted focaccia bread.  It’s by far the greatest sandwich I have ever had in my life.

One day as I was explaining this masterpiece to Rebecca and her friend via email, I let spell checker work it’s magic.  I didn’t notice until after I clicked send, but it changed prosciutto to prostitute.  And as such, I titled the sandwich as THE PROSTITUTE.

Fortunately, I’m not the only one to encounter this issue with spell checkers (thank you, Jason Kottke, for finding such a great link).

Despite my attempts to stop it, my Microsoft Word program would always change the word for Italy’s famous cured meat into what it assumed I meant to type. The night we closed an issue, I would have nightmares that when the magazine hit the stands, one of my reviews would describe “the delicate sweet and salty balance of melon and prostitute.”