When I was in high school, I was forced… er, heavily encouraged to enroll in an American History course. Or two. My teacher almost turned it into an English course, and effectively so, because I remember something very important he told me way back when.
One of our textbooks had the word “primer” in the title. People kept pronouncing it, “pry-mer”. “Pry-mer.” “Pry-mer”. Apparently, it drove my teacher nuts; one day, he picked up the book from his desk, and held it in his big, hairy hands. His tall body nearly quivered. His greasy black hair shook, and sweat ran down his forehead. “It’s prih-mer!” he bellowed. “Pry-mer is something you put on a wall before you paint it. That’s pry-mer. This is prih-mer. Got it? Prih-mer.”
Every day after that, we knew how to get him angry fast. Pry-mer.
The thing is, ever since then I’ve been very careful to call a book prih-mer, and paint-prep stuff, pry-mer. Is this something you do? Or was he just sharing a pet peeve with his captive audien… er, class?
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