Why is it that good 'ol boys are the ones the news media always approach first when they want an eye-witness account of a disaster? Most haven't shaved in months, they're wearing ripped shirts with holes them, and they rarely have time to put their teeth in, things apparently happening so fast.
"Uh, yeah, well, I seen this little feller just floatin' down the street, holding on to his beer cooler for dear life, chasin' his house as it floated away. He was yellin', 'Mavis, you and little Elvis get up on the roof and keep a look out for gubment helicopters.'"
"Ever thang worked out OK as he saved his beer and his house got jambed under a bridge about a half mile down the road. I think it was Old Milwaukee. The beer, I mean."
Not long after K and I met we were talking and she asked, "Have you ever been on TV?" I was at first a bit taken back as I'm well groomed, my shirts are in excellent condition, and I have all my own teeth.
"Sure, lots of times. Why? Did something blow up? Are we going to be on TV? What did I miss?"
"No, just curious. When were you on TV last?"
"About 3 years ago. There's a real estate show that nobody watches on Sunday mornings and I was featured. The camera crew took shots of the neighborhood, the interior of one of our homes, then we (the drop-dead gorgeous TV lady and I) sat out in the back yard and talked, with the golf course and little lake in the background."
To me the obvious follow-up question should have been "how did you do" or "were you nervous" or maybe "did people stop you on the street later and say they saw you on TV?" (good, no, and no)
Nope, not K. Her only question was, "What did you wear?"
What did I wear? Huh?
I don't remember what I wore 3 days ago, much less 3 years ago. All I'm sure of is I wasn't buck naked. Beyond that I have no clue.
Chalk it up to one more of those differences between men and women. ;)
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