Five days a week, people watch me on their boob tubes, giving my "serious news person" face when talking about the crappy economy, or putting that cheerful lilt in my voice when reading the kicker story about a water skiing squirrel.
I honestly try to be a good person, and I work hard to be fair when covering a story,I strive to be the best journalist I can be.
I guess that's why the viewers like me, sometimes I get mobbed when I go to the grocery store, to a bar with friends, or in the park with my nephew. It can be a little disconcerting at times to introduce myself to someone, and they say, I know you, I LOVE you!
My photogs like to tease me about how everyone thinks I'm the best thing since sliced bread. But today's experience took the cake.
I had to cover the funeral of a kid...it was heartbreaking. Everyone in the packed church was in tears, including me.
So the funeral is over, we all head outside, when I hear someone literally screaming my name. I mean it was a LOUD SHRILL SCREECH!
This woman runs over, dragging her kids with her...and asks me for my autograph and if she can snap some pictures.
Damn woman, the hearse hasn't left the church and you wanna take a PICTURE WITH ME?!
All eyes were on us, and I was so embarrassed. In a way, I actually felt like the disruption was my fault. And I hate that the grieving family may have heard or seen it, and had a WTF are they doing moment as they said goodbye to a life that ended much too soon.
And my friends wonder why I don't go out much.