I did this once, too.

From a Kindle version of a Debbie Macomber story:
There's a nice Italian place I'm fond of on the other side of the bride.
My typo was funnier. It was in a story I'd done for the newspaper on the county engineer.
He takes care of all the roads and brides in the county.
I can still hear a reader ribbing me about that at the local Casey's the next morning after the issue came out. "I really got a kick out of that." I wonder if the county engineer did, too? He never said.