“You are a human interest reporter and the last 3 stories I have gotten from you do not hold my human interest!” The editor screamed.
“Dad, it’s not my fault…this city sucks and doesn’t have any interesting humans living in it.” The reporter retorted.
The editor sighed, calmed down a bit, and looked at his young reporter son dead in the eye and spoke.
“Look son, you think just because you work for me that I am supposed to let this mediocre writing slide by? When you are here…you are a reporter, not my son. Go find me a story worth printing and give me a reason to pay you for it!!”
The young reporter stomped out of his Father’s large office and out of the building, determined to find something worth writing about.
The kid was just a few months out of college with his journalism degree in hand when his Father hired him.
Sure he barely graduated, but as the old saying goes, “A ‘D’ still gets the degree.”
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Love this post, and am really, really hoping there will be another installment!
Thank you so much! I am happy you enjoyed it. I will do my best to continue the saga.
I posted an unplanned follow up…I think you might enjoy it!
Excellent read, brother!
Thank you, as always!
One of my favorites! I used the voice of Morgan Freeman in my head!
Thanks. I kinda pictured him as I wrote it.
That’s funny — so did I!
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Brilliant build up of intrigue. I was hooked onto it right from the first paragraph.
Thank you! I am happy that you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
Loved the story. Loved the line “takes care of his vehicle”. I never looked at my shoes that way.
Thank you. It is the most reliable mode of travel and the one least appreciated. When there is no other option, it works every time.