Last night we watched the news that Osama bin Laden was dead. So did the rest of the world, if the Internet speed was any indication. It was an interesting moment, watching the nation celebrate without us expats at their side. I think my patriotism must be a bit lacking, too, because watching everybody go nuts in the streets my main thought was, "Sheesh, don't these people have to work tomorrow?" What can I say? It was after midnight, I was tired, and it's been a long ride finding Mr. Needle-in-a-Haystack.
When I woke up this morning, the President was dead.
At not yet 7 am, the phone rang. The frantic caller on the other end has no Internet at home and was desperate for an Internet touch-base. "Obama has been shot and killed!"
"No, it was Osama."
"They told me it was Obama! It just happened last night, you have to look."
"No, it was Osama."
"My girlfriend said Obama is dead! It's breaking news."
"No, no, no. Not Obama. OSAMA. OSAMA is dead."
"Are you sure?"
Massive growl of frustration. Power up computer. Hit the Internet. "Yes, I'm sure. Osama is dead, not Obama."
"Oh, well, thanks," Click.
Guess who was extra early to school today? GRRRRRRRrrrrrr.... OSAMA is dead!
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