I happened to be working in Ft. Collins today and managed to avoid all the hoopla surrounding the drifting weather balloon containing the 6 year old boy. Apparently the entire nation was glued to every news channel on television watching the balloon fly through the sky, shutting off the airspace around DIA, waiting to see where and how softly it would land...it was all very dramatic to watch I'm sure. As the 6 oclock news begins, the boy was hiding in the attic the whole time...oh that little stinker. Silly, silly, silly. Why that's just the cutest thing in the world.
(Okay, I'm gagging on my own sarcasm). The local news is telling the story, revealing how the boys parents are storm chasers, how they appeared on "Wife Swap", how the boys father believes in UFOs. ( Ok people, can you see crazy coming? Don't make eye contact with crazy...keep walking, cross the street. Don't shout out "Hey crazy, how ya doin?") So the reporter is talking to the little boy through a small opening in the door...the kid is chomping on some pizza, I mean really, with all the chaos of the days events, who has time to cook? Well at least maybe in was DiGiorno and not delivery, I don't know. The kid seems completely oblivious that anything remotely wrong has occurred and when asked about any kind of punishment the dad says they had a long talk about "no more hiding." Okay people, when I was 6 years old had I hid for more than 5 minutes while my mom was looking for me (and I knew she was looking for me) there would have been a nice "Wait til we get to the car" threat and I certainly wouldn't have gotten pizza for dinner. Now, had my hiding shut down airspace and caused national media attention...I question whether or not I could even form a complete sentence now to even write this blog.
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