It's that kind of store

In the fourth grade, I asked for a gift certificate to a store called Craft Warehouse on my Christmas list. I typed up my list in Word, because it had better penmanship and spelling abilities. I trusted everything that spell check told me. I didn't even read the suggested words. It was a computer; I assumed that it was smarter than me. I kept clicking "change" when spelling errors popped up, including for the word "warehouse." My family and I still call that store "Craft Whorehouse."