DEAR ABBY: The letter about the boob who always "accidentally" finished other people's stories reminded me of a story about my grandfather and his daughter, Ethel.
Grandpa was a kind and loving gentleman from the hills of northeast Missouri. His education was limited, but he had a good heart. Ethel graduated from high school and was hired immediately as a teacher.
She had an annoying habit of constantly correcting Grandpa's grammar. One day in exasperation, Grandpa announced, "Ethel, I am about to speak. What should I say?"
I never heard the follow-up, but I assume that took a little wind out of Aunt Ethel's sails. -- BILL IN LOS ANGELES