Auto-correct frustrates me on a daily basis. Just the other day, I left a blog comment about my grammar nerdiness. It auto-corrected to grammar neediness. I am not grammar needy. At least, I don’t think I am.
My all-time favorite auto-correct was when I was texting with my mom about an upcoming marinara-making session. She instructed me to buy romantic tomatoes. Romantic tomatoes!? She meant roma tomatoes. Auto-correct strikes again.
This video sums it up nicely: