December Daily Writing Project: December 5

December 5-

Your face is on the evening news.  Explain why.

The phone rang.  It was my buddy Bill.

            “Hey Bill, whatsup?”
            “Hey did you know your face is on the news?!”  I could tell from his tone that this wasn’t a joke.

            “What?!  Why?!  Are you sure it was me?”

            “Oh it was you alright.  But the segment switched before I could hear what it was about or could take a picture, but it was definitely you.  Wait- you have no idea why you’re on the news??”  Bill continued talking, but I could no longer hear him.  My mind was racing.

            “What channel was it on?” I asked.

            “Umm…5.  I think that’s the local CBS.”

I decided to check online first.  I Googled my name and only the usual came up- some hotel in South Dakota.  I refined my search to include “CBS Philadelphia”.  Still nothing.  I found the stations number and called them immediately.

            “Hi this is Alex Johnson.  I believe you just had a news segment about me, and I want to find out what it was about.”

            “Hmmm… Alex Johnson… Alex Johnson…  Oh!  Yes!  Let me transfer you to Programming- hold please.”

            “No wait!-“ the line was already playing the company hold music.

            “Hi this is Cheryl.”

            “Hi Cheryl, my name is Alex Johnson and I was told your station just ran a news segment on me and I want to find out what it was about.”
            “Oh- you want Programming.  I-“

            “Wait!  I was told I was being transferred to Programming but I got sent to you!”

            “Yeah, they’re ‘3006’, and I’m ‘3060’.  Happens at least once a day.”
            “Ok, ok.”

            “Ok, good luck.”

            “Wait!  Are you transferring me?”
            “Oh no- I’m sorry- you’ll have to call the main line again and make sure they connect you correctly.”

            “Ugh.  Ok.  Thanks.”  I hung up and immediately considered how important this mission was, or if it was even worth going through another call like the last.  Before I had the chance to come to a conclusion, my phone rang.  Bill again.

            “Looks like you were killed in a train tracks accident, man,”

            “WHAT?!”

            “Yeah… tough break.”