[ WP ] Ever wondered why time does n't actually `` heal all wounds '' ? That 's because it 's a very old spelling error . They were actually referring to Tim .

`` Blighter! Scoundrel! Ye will pay!'' 
 
 Time knew an unhappy customer when he heard one. He ducked behind the counter moments before a burly man stormed into his shop holding a thick slab of granite. 
 
 `` Ye do n't think I saw ye? Out, knave!'' 
 
 `` Ah, good sire - pardon me, I had just dropped these, er, medicinal herbs, guarant'd to heal alle wounds… say, ye would n't happen to need any?'' Time tried a smile and he proffered a pair of grubby hands that cupped what appeared to be dried grass. 
 
 `` Damn'd is the man who would fool me twice!'' the man cried as he swatted away Time's hand. The grass billowed up in a cloud and settled on Time's unwashed hair. `` Why, only last week I bought some of this from ye, and it did n't worke!'' 
 
 Time shook his head and some grass fell to the floor. `` Mustn't've been me, then.'' He brushed the rest of the grass out of his hair, which landed on his shirt, which was actually an old bag for potatoes. `` My herbs work, sure as day. Many folk selling herb nowadays, must be cautious about these things, though I ca n't fault a mere commoner for not knowin' better, that's what ye come to me for…'' 
 
 `` I bought it from a man who looked like ye, and talked like ye, and he had yer name: Time!'' 
 
 Time swept his hand over his shirt and the rest of the grass fell to the floor. He bent over and swept it into a pile with his hands. 
 
 `` Ah, but I have n't told ye my name… and er, me name's not'Time'… it's… er… Tim.'' 
 
 The man grunted. `` Tim? Never'eard a name like that before.'' 
 
 `` It's foreign.'' 
 
 `` What's foreign? And what about ye signe?'' The man held up the granite slab that he had walked in with. Letters were chiseled onto the front. The burly man concentrated hard as he read aloud: `` Time's Olde Towne Magicke Shoppe: *Time heales alle woundes*'' 
 
 Time shrugged. As he was scooping up the fallen herbs, he noticed a few pieces of grass growing out under the side of his shop. He made sure the burly man was n't looking, then he plucked them and put it on top of the rest of the pile. He stood up. 
 
 `` Let me see that.'' He looked at the slab. `` Ah, that's just a typo. Not my slab anyway,'course,'' he added hurriedly. `` Lots a folk with slabs nowadays, must n't be too --'' 
 
 `` An' what's typo?'' 
 
 `` A typographical error. Look, this gr -- this herb's as fresh as it gets --'' Time pulled his hands away quickly, `` ah, I'll just keep them o'er here if yer interested…'' he pushed away a stack of similar granite slabs to make room for the grass. 
 
 The burly man peered at the stack. `` Hmm, well what have we here! Those slabs are the same as mine! So that means… that means…'' He tried to think about what that might mean. 
 
 `` So that means I'm right, aye?'' Time suggested. 
 
 `` Aye…'' the man said slowly and scratched his head. Feeling like he was losing control of the conversation, the man jabbed a finger into Time's chest menacingly. `` Well, ye had better just fix those slabs… Tim,'' he said. Time gulped. 
 
 As soon as the burly man left, Time started fixing all of the typos in his signs. But this turned out to be too challenging for two reasons. Firstly, he did n't know which words were actually misspelled, and secondly his teeth still hurt too much from chiseling the letters *in* in the first place to think about what it would take to get them back out again. He decided to settled on packing dirt into all of the E's. 
 
 When he read the signs again, they said: 
 
 Tim's Old Town Magick Shopp: *Tim h al s all wound s* 
 
 He regarded his work with satisfaction. After a few moments, he frowned and went back to dig out the first E in `` heale.'' As he was doing that, the part of his brain shared with *rodentia*'s ancestors suggested leaving in one `` Time'' and one `` Tim,'' just to give himself an out no matter who the person that showed up at his door was upset with. Thus read the new sign: 
 
 Tim's Old Town Magick Shopp: *Time heal s all wound s* 
 
 By way of mysteries forgotten to time, and honestly not well known even to Time to begin with, he was able to pass the shop down generation after generation, until subsidiaries spread all over the land, and the slogan became so well known that long after the series of shops went out of business, the saying lived on: *Time heals all wounds*
