I was jolted out of my blissful morning stupor by a local radio announcer declaring to his listening audience that boy, those military wives must be happy today because it's Wednesday and that means the local military members get paid.
What? What?
I went from spooning my pillow to snarling at my radio alarm clock in far less time than it usually takes me.
I don't know what this professional journalist in question was implying but I am amateurishly inferring that this person, who's job it is to accurately journalize on news vital to the information of the general populous, feels military families live paycheck to paycheck, that it's the public's right to be made aware of this inclination, furthering the notion that military families have forgone the right to the dignity of confidentiality, and that, unaccountably, military pay cheques are issued on Wednesdays.
Let's just change some nouns and verbs, shall we? Put it into perspective? See how everyone feels about this little snippet of Pulitzer Prize winning reporting.
Breaking News:
"Boy, those oil wives must be happy today because it's Wednesday and that means their husbands get paid."
"Boy, those permanently disabled people must be happy because it's Wednesday and their pension cheques are in."
"Boy, those widows must be happy today because it's Wednesday and that's when the supplementary death benefit cheques are issued."
Tune in to K-Rock 95.3 in the mornings, Lakeland's go to radio station for poor fact checking.
For the record, although unlike our favourite announcer I can only speak for myself, I am delighted every day I wake up next to the wonderful man I married.
Even, but not especially, on payday.
Which was not today.
