A nearly 1o-year career in news will do that to you -- you develop a fantastic gallows sense of humor.
Amber's phone rings and she answers it. It's her husband Sam asking her a question about something he'd heard over at his job at University of Charleston.
She looks up at me and says, "Have you heard anything about somebody jumping off a bridge and getting hit by a car?"
My response?
"No, but that's a shitty way to start your Wednesday."
I'm going to hell ...
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
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Or worse: "A shitty way to start your Hump Day."
Indeed, sir. Indeed.
Oh, and it's true. We found it really did happen. Jeeeeeez.
Haha, well if you do go to hell, let's hope they serve beer.
I'm hopeful that in addition to a flowing river of vodka, I get a good roommate. One who's got the microwave. I'll bring the bitchin' stereo.
I wonder if you need a microwave in hell, though?
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