I should not be allowed to participate in those “Man on the Street” interviews. It never turns out well.
When I was a kid, I was interviewed by my small town’s weekly paper. They posed the question, “What do you like most about summer?” to me and three other children.
My answer? ”The hotness.”
Gracious. One would think that I had never taken an English/Language Arts class. Either that or I was really ahead of my time, and I was talking about the “hotness” of the pre-pubescent boys at the community pool. Who knows?
A couple of weeks ago, I was approached by the Editor of one of the intown papers here in Atlanta, and I was asked the question, “What is your favorite college football team, and why?” This is a softball question for me, y’all. This is EASY.
Seriously? SERIOUSLY? Not only do I look drunk and shiny, with a wonky eye (plus, Lolita looks adorable next to me) but I’m also completely incoherent. If you can’t read the text above, it says:
I am a Georgia alum. That is my team. I went to Georgia from out of state. I am initially from South Carolina. So, I became a Georgia supporter, but I was not raised a Georgia supporter.
What does that even MEAN? And who cares where you’re from – that wasn’t the question!
Note to self: No more “Man on the Street” interviews. EVER.
