Monday, September 08, 2008

It's like being really, really, really dead.

I have a dear friend who recently came to visit. She mentioned to me that I should never have left the teaching profession. I looked at her skeptically (or like she was crazy... whatever), and she shared this little jewel of a story with me:

Her father is a top news anchor in our hometown, and he recently had to carefully explain to a co-anchor that a person could not, in fact, be fatally killed.

This person has a job. A paying one. In the real world. A job that affects the lives of others.

If you need me, I'll be over here jamming pieces of bamboo underneath my fingernails.

9 comments:

dixieagle said...

Sad, but true...though it was not a co-anchor, but a reporter. The anchor, however, has pronounced "hammock" as "ham-hock", as in "he reclined in a ham-hock." Sigh.

Margie said...

Fine. But what about being literally, fatally killed?

Leslie said...

Or what if he was fatally wounded also in addition to being killed? And what if they put the tarp over top of (my favorite addition to slang these days) the injured wound?

Hotsy McFarland said...

@leslie: Fatally wounded as in, "She was fatally wounded and then killed"? Nice.

Bob said...

What about someone who is electrocuted to death? Would you say his life is completely destroyed?

Aaron said...

What I heeard on the radio in my hometown:

"John Johnson is accused of running over his girlfriend, Jane Doe, who was pregnant with his truck."

Hotsy McFarland said...

@aaron: Wow. He probably put her out of her misery. Who wants to give birth to a truck?

Leslie said...

Or we could discuss what I heard our dear old President say this morning when he mentioned the "imports from abroad" -- you know, as opposed to the imports we get domestically.

unclewesty said...

Les, if you have to explain it...
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