Burghers, I must admit. I doubted myself after I posted this particular post. Maybe, just maybe “co-worker of Rob Owen” really did find that little mistake all by himself. Maybe I’m too self-important, thinking that all sorts of Burghers are reading my little blog (which by the way, we are past 30,000 hits now).
And then today, Mr. Bill Toland, journalist for the Post-Gazette, aka Mr. Annoying Burgher of the Week, sent me an email.
Guilty. Does the ABotW title extend into this week? Like, is it a seven-day thing, running Friday to Thursday? Or was I no longer annoying come Saturday? I have a friend who insists the week starts on Monday, not Sunday. “If the week starts on Sunday, why is Sunday part of the weekend?” He always says that. It gets pretty annoying. I’d nominate him for ABotW, but he just moved. Toodles.
Now, Billy gave me permission to use his name, citing the fact that “journalistic nature abhors an identification vacuum.”
When he wrote in the email to “keep up the funny work” my narcissistic nature tempted me to remove the stain of being labeled the Annoying Burgher of the Week (yes, I know I don’t name them every week), until he then passed the buck to Rob Owen and wrote, “So you can drop the whole I-wuz-robbed bit now. ”
So I decided he’s STILL the Annoying Burgher of the Week, even though he wrote it in jest.
And Rob Owen? I wuz ROBBED.