They Have To Spell It Out To You

(I’m quite well-known in the social circle in a certain pub, and although I’m not close to anyone I tend to get on well with every other regular. On this night, there’s a pub quiz. The question was about boats.)

Guy #1: “Hmm… Oh, I think the answer is ‘canoe’!”

Guy #2: “Could be. We going to go with that?”

(We all agree and the group leader writes ‘kanoo.’)

Me: “Oh, that’s spelled “C.A.N.O.E.”

Group Leader: *stares at me* “Oh. Well, I’m not good at spelling. I’m dyslexic.”

Me: *slightly awkward* “Sorry, didn’t know that.”

Guy #2: “I am too, actually.”

Me: *joking* “Heh, don’t tell me I’m the spelling smarta** in a group of dyslexics!”

Guy #3: “Well, actually…”

Guy #4: “Pretty much, yeah.”

(I was far too embarrassed to think of a decent way to reply! Whoops.)