I loved reading Eats, Shoots & Leaves. To think of writing an entire book about the comma is beyond me, but I had to read it with that enticing title. And then I saw this photo with a notice which no doubt was the result of spacing issues.
I have become really attuned to punctuation. Stray commas get wiped off the face of the earth. Semicolons are used with reserve. Periods are definitive, except in poetry. Colons and ellipses are inserted sparingly. I want my prose to be crisp, but not to a fault.
And then I face "The Frustration of Autocorrect" and the confounding nature of writing in American but living in Ireland. Oh, woe is me.