Get bent. B-E-N-T. Bent.

Tidbit, trivia, hijack:

When I first moved to Los Angeles many years ago, I worked as a temp between jobs.

One of my most interesting assignments was for the guy who had the broadcast rights to the Scripps National Spelling Bee in Washington, DC.

This guy had a huge house in the Hollywood Hills (my guess, worth $1 million dollars back then, but probably worth three times that now, if not more).

He was an idiot, but a rich idiot. He had, at the time, purchased the state-of-the-art computer, and quite literally, didn’t even know how to turn it on!

I worked for him for about a month. I taught him how to turn the computer on, how to open the software and how to write letters and…how to use spellcheck! He was worse than many of my ESL students in Europe!

He and his brother had cleverly bought the rights to the broadcast when it was almost ready to fold, I give them credit for having the guts to buy it, and the brother was fairly clever with marketing, so they were able to keep it afloat. I have no idea if they are still involved, or sold the rights.

The stories he told! One of the biggest problems was with parents who claimed their children spelled the word correctly but were misunderstood. Children’s voices are very difficult to understand sometimes, and he freely admitted that there were a (very) few cases where the parents might have been right - the kids did indeed spell it correctly, but mumbled, or corrected themselves, or were otherwise misinterpreted.

There was big money involved at that level.

However, to sue at the level as mentioned by Otto, well - I can only imagine what would have happened had the little darling had actually gone to Washington!

6th grade, I made it to 6th in the county spelling bee…don’t remember what word I missed, nor do I care to.

7th grade, however…I was down to 2nd in the bee, and the 8th grader who I was competing against added an additional incorrect letter to her word, but quickly reset before getting caught. Of course, I eventually ended up blowing it, but hey, that’s life (but note I didn’t give it a try in 8th grade…)

I suppose my biggest disappointment was that I could have been laughed at on <i>Cheap Seats</i> and I missed my chance :smiley:

Well don’t leave us hanging here! Who did the quizmaster have in mind?

I’m guessing Gloriana from Spencer’s The Faerie Queen.

In 5th and 6th grades, the organized school spelling bees that we were supposed to have never took place. The principal just declared me the winner, and I went to the next level.

The next level was the district bee, to determine who went to state. Right before the bee started, the powers that be pulled me aside to make sure that I understood that this was going out on TV and the radio. Live.

For the preliminary round, they gave us “softball” words. Easy.

I got “coffee.”

I don’t drink coffee. My parents didn’t drink coffee. No one in my family drank coffee.

And, of course, because of my inexperience with the drink, and the fact that I was aware that I was on live TV, and spelled it “coffie.”

And, when told I was wrong, said, with perfect clarity, “motherfuck!”

The next year, same set of circumstances, only the word was “balloon.”

I fucking remember using both o’s in the word, but the judges obviously didn’t hear it.