Then it was the old woman’s turn. She grasped the writer’s hands in her own, which were surprisingly warm, and whispered, “You didn’t pronounce the ‘S’ at the end of ‘asterisks.’ I wouldn’t sleep tonight if hadn’t told you”.
From an occasional piece about grammarians. Believe it or not,the story contains an anecdote that can only be called NSFW. I don’t think we’ll hear in in the club as our joke of the day.
See A Day in Hiram at the New Yorker