My husband hates the local news. HATES it. When we watch anything on Fox, if it goes off at 10, he jumps up and turns the TV off before he has a chance to hear anything that might make him upset — aggravated, mad, nervous, scared. Any of the emotions that a 30 minute segment of the local news tends to bring up.
Well tonight, he fell asleep during the American Idol finale, and I left the TV on as I came into the kitchen to get on twitter and say something like “Whoo hoo! Yay, David Cook! I’d have voted for you if I could’ve gotten through the busy phone lines last night!” in 140 characters or less.
So I vaguely overheard as they spoke of a body found up the street from my house. And in the back of my head, I kind of remember overhearing the name Burbage and registered sex offender and such.
And then my phone rang. It was my mom. “Are you watching the news? I recognize the man whose picture they were showing just now. I think he’s been in your office before.”
So I googled the information she was able to give me. And though I try not to get worked-up over potentially dramatic things like this, this is creepy.
This guy – a registered sex offender turned murderer (MURDERER!) – was in my office last week. And that, my friends, will keep me up tonight. I really feel like I might be sick.