oh my

This is one of the worst stories I've heard lately, not for gruesomeness but for sheer shivering "that would be so awful'ness. This blogger's cousin's wife was killed by a drunk driver, and because he worked the opposite shift from her and the police couldn't immediately find him, the story ran in the paper, with her full name and details, before they notified him. So he found out that his wife was dead when one of his church members called to offer condolences.


I hate them doubly because when my dad emailed me the link to the story, the message at the bottom of the email encouraged me to check out “more great articles at tampatrib.com!”

From Que Sera Sera, a normally very funny blog by a writer for McSweeney's.


On that note, I go now to dress for my weekly 15-hour day in which I fail to make any more money than in the normal-length ones. Bleah.