Flashes of Panic

We are, around here, True Believers in the power of proofreaders. We proof everything, even if it has merely been breathed on between its last reading and press time. (Or, in my case, burn time.) So it’s still amusing to me to open my package for [Suitcase][1] 10 and see the band that reads:

Software CD Under Left Flap ↓ User Guide Under Gight Flap ↑

Now playing: Awake from Wholesale Meats And Fish by Letters To Cleo