Possibly dogmat's most foolish escapade

I was lounging in front of the computer, poring over Bergson's Mutter and Murmuring, when I recalled a galling incident (much like a boating incident, with less water). Towards the end of high school, I did some work for a small cycling magazine. One issue was especially poorly organized, and I was roped in to help with the layout - the headlines, in particular.
Flicking through the magazine after publishing, to check on everything, a centimetre-high caption caught my eye: "The Three Muscateers"
I assure you, "The Three Aromatic Grape Men" is not what I intended to call them (nor "The Three Omanis", in case you were wondering). Oh, the shame!