There is currently a sign on a door that separates two parts of my office:
“Please keep this door close.”
Way back in Grade 9 typing class, one of our exercise lines was, “Basset hounds have caring eyes and sad faces.”
Except I typed it as them having “caring eyes and sad feces.”
Another time in highschool, I listed a book in an essay bibliography that was supposed to be “Exotic Butterflies and Moths”. Unfortunately I had mistyped it as “Erotic Butterflies and Moths”. I got a raised eyebrow from the teacher over that one.
At an old job I had to fill in a form every night detailing all the work I did. The space for the customer’s name was so small that I began to abbreviate and use initials. Eventually I started occasionally using these codes on forms that the customer sees.
Apparently, the people at the First Unitarian Church of Kensington have no sense of humor.
My grandfather asked his secretary in the bank to type up a letter that referred to “irate customers.” Unfortunaltely (as the bank was in Ireland) she typed a letter that referred to the fact that the “ira ate customers” 
Back when spell checks and word processors where just becoming common my Mom was working with a researcher on a paper titled The Three Stages of Hypnotic Depth. No one caught it 'til the paper was being presented but the final version was The Three Stages of Hypnotic Death.
Not a typo story…
When my brother was in junior high school, the principal sent out letters to all the parents about education, what he was going to do this year, etc. This was at the start of the school year.
Except there were FOUR words spelled wrong! From the principal!
Of course, there were letters taped up everywhere the next day with the 4 words highlighted, circled in red, arrows pointed at the words.
And they would appear all year long every so often taped on the walls.
this isn’t exactly a typo - but the results are the same
coming back from a play in NYC, my friend and I got off the subway and tried to decide which was the shorter route to the LIRR - we were about midway between two exit corridors so I said “half of one, six a dozen of the other”. For YEARS he would not let me live that down
When I was a software tester I was testing something called TDS. It was supposed to shut down when the overall system was in overload, which it did, but it failed to give any indication it did so, so I wrote an error report.
A few days later I’m checking the status of the reports I wrote, to see if any were fixed and needed to be restested, and I see the title of the TDS one read something like:
“No message to user when TDS shits from overload condition”
Of course, that was supposed to be “shuts”.
The funny thing is that is was being worked on, and nobody made a peep about it. I guess because “shits” makes pretty much as much sense as “shuts”.
Outstanding! Penis did ensue!
As a tech writer for a software company, I often write instructions that tell users to “press the such and such key.” One day I tickled my co-worker when I said, “That ‘F’ is pretty important in ‘Shift’, isn’t it?” Not sure I’d want to press the Shit key, but there you are.
This reminds me of one of my husband’s funny stories. He walked into Rack Room Shoes, looking for a type of athletic shoe. They didn’t have it. He asked the help, and they responded, “Have you tried dicks?” *
He had to bite his tongue to keep from responding, “Yes, I have … but it left a bad taste in my mouth.”
- Dick’s Sporting Goods, of course
Not mine, but do you all remember the big funeral home thing in Georgia, where they were tossing them out in the woods to rot? Well, the front page of the local paper had a big headline, above the fold, top story: “Grizzly find in Georgia”.
My mother used to be a very active hospital volunteer, and once sent out a memo about the “candy strippers”.
Not mine, but a friend once told me he was “the dark angle of justice.”
Why couldn’t it have been The Three Stooges of Hypnotic Death? mourns
On our SIS database software in our uni’, a message popped up on the main menu screen apologising for any “constipation” that may have ensued from changes to the programme. A rather drawn out typo, not sure how it managed to come about.
My boyfriend’s first name is Pavle.
The L key on his keyboard is broken - it works, but you have to hit it really hard. Pressing it normally means you won’t get an L in your word.
He once submitted a resume without noticing that he had his name written as Pave. I came home and found the resume in our apartment, noticing that it said Pave in huge black letters at the top of the resume, and I called him instantly and said that I hoped he hadn’t given any away yet!
I was too late.
Coulda been worse. Coulda been a piano rectal.