EVERYTHING I LEARNED, I LEARNED FROM JAG
This morning I was approached by a 50-something co-worker looking for pre-work chatter. His topic of choice, the season opener for the television show, J.A.G.:
CW: Did you catch the J.A.G. season premier last night?
Dave: [pretending to work] Nope.
CW: You know the Ensign on the show? The chubby faced guy?
Dave: Not really.
CW: Well last night he lost one of his legs in Afghanistan.
Dave: [fighting urge to say, "Did he find it?"] Really.
CW: You know, it could have been you over there.
Dave: [thinking, "Jesus" but said...] Yikes.
CW: Although I saw far worse in Vietnam [and in the same breath], man, J.A.G. is a great show.
Dave: [thinking, "Go away." but said...] I'll have to check it out.
I can't wait until I'm at the age when dramatic and quality television like J.A.G. triggers horrific memories for me.
This morning I was approached by a 50-something co-worker looking for pre-work chatter. His topic of choice, the season opener for the television show, J.A.G.:
CW: Did you catch the J.A.G. season premier last night?
Dave: [pretending to work] Nope.
CW: You know the Ensign on the show? The chubby faced guy?
Dave: Not really.
CW: Well last night he lost one of his legs in Afghanistan.
Dave: [fighting urge to say, "Did he find it?"] Really.
CW: You know, it could have been you over there.
Dave: [thinking, "Jesus" but said...] Yikes.
CW: Although I saw far worse in Vietnam [and in the same breath], man, J.A.G. is a great show.
Dave: [thinking, "Go away." but said...] I'll have to check it out.
I can't wait until I'm at the age when dramatic and quality television like J.A.G. triggers horrific memories for me.