Taking them where?
Stop it! Leave me alone! Mamma, they’re picking on me! And to make matters worse, I used the wrong there there. This reminds me of my years at a major daily newspaper. The copy editor was the bane of my existence. My writing was limited to captioning the photos I had taken, but they could always find something to pick on. Much of it was in good jest, but they can be picky, picky, picky. There was one in particular that lived to edit my work. Thanks!