It never ends

Seems like I’ve been posting a lot today. You’d think I haven’t been doing anything at all. Now I’m stuck at work with nothing to do. I was supposed to go home an hour ago, but America’s Fear (and I say that without any disdain for the fear itself) and an idiot with a cell phone got the best of us.

I got stuck with the stranded Greyhound passengers today. The big grey dog wasn’t running because a crazy Croatian (and I say that with no disdain for Croatians) went nuts and attacked a bus driver in Tennessee. Six people died and Greyhound shut down.

When the dog went running again, someone in Atlanta called in on a cell phone and said there was a bomb on a particular bus. We (or…I should say, the South Carolina Highway Patrol) had the misfortune of finding it. For the last three and half hours we’ve been watching a bus and waiting for it to blow up. The poor passengers were cuffed and stuffed and led backward into a field. Their luggage is laid out all over the highway.

So, I’m stuck at work. I can’t go home until everybody is sure the dog isn’t going to blow. We all know there’s little chance of anything happening, but we can’t leave.

As I log off here (only to wander around our newsroom looking for something to do) I pose this question: Now that the biggest news events of our lives has happened, will anything else ever be significant? And, is there any use for my job anymore?

That’s what I thought.

Brad Willis

Brad Willis is a writer based in Greenville, South Carolina. Willis spent a decade as an award-winning broadcast journalist. He has worked as a freelance writer, columnist, and professional blogger since 2005. He has also served as a commentator and guest on a wide variety of television, radio, and internet shows.

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