So I was listening to the Italian Coast Guard trying to talk the captain of the sunken ship into getting back on the ship so he could organize the rescue of the people still on the boat. Tell them how many women, how many children etc.
Even without the translation you could hear the fury in the voice of the guy from the Coast Guard and the sniveling tone of the captain saying that one of the reasons he didn’t want to get back on the ship was because it was dark.
“Oh poor thing, it’s dark. You want to go home?” he mimicked him.
Now don’t think I don’t know that this is a big leap but remember I told you that I re-read my blog the other day?
Well I was embarrassed at how much I was whining about my fear of being poor.
The truth is I won’t poor. I’ll be poorer.
I won’t be able to pick up checks but I’ll be able to eat.
I will have a roof over my head.
I won’t be using Lancome. I’ll suffer with Revlon.
Anyway, you get the point.
That captain was afraid to get on the ship because it might sink further?
The damn thing was aground. He could get on the part that’s still above the water. There were people in the lower part that didn’t fare as well.
Now that I’m reading this I’m thinking I’m a pretty great guy and I’d remain that way in your eyes if I didn’t write the next sentence.
I still can’t be cavalier about the no Bounty. That cheap shit sucks.