Cracking Me Up

You know, sometimes you just lose your dignity on the air.

As I was reading a story, live, about how three-quarters of those who sign virgin pledges in the U.S. claim they never signed the pledges once they start having premarital sex, I could see something happening with a couple of little stuffed Aces – the Blue Jays mascot – out of the corner of my eye. I knew Paul was doing something inappropriate with the toy birds but I couldn’t tell what it was. As I read along, my brain kept telling me “you’re a professional, just keep reading” and I was going along fine, when out of nowhere I dissolved completely into a puddle of laughter. I felt like Elaine when Jerry Seinfeld put the Pez dispenser on her knee at the piano recital! But there was no way I was going down alone.

I made Paul come on the air and explain what he had been doing with the stuffed animals. “They were just proving that they forgot they signed the virgin pledge”, he said, and we giggled like ninnies.

Sometimes, you just have to go with it. We were having one of those mornings when tragedy was not the theme and we really needed to blow off a little bit of steam. It has been a long, tough week, and even newsies deserve to laugh a little.