@lillycoyote, I’ve got the little bowl of Goldfish (where are the good snacks?), but nobody’s shown up with the G&T. I had to go pour myself a glass of whatever was in the fridge, which happened to be chardonnay.
In about 1980 I swore that I would not proofread another statistics textbook until I’d forgotten the pain, and that memory has protected me to this day. In fact, that might be the last time I proofed any kind of textbook; I graduated to editing them and then went on from there. This is a pretty unusual job for me these days, but they were willing to pay well for some ghastly drudgery at top speed.
You’re right. Forget it. I’m swilling my wine now, and if the lad ever arrives with my G&T, I’ll drink that too.