Last night, before retiring to bed, I hear that they found one body in the mine.
This morning before dashing out my door with my scarf flying, I check the news to discover that 12 are dead and 1 is critical, but that hours earlier, the families had been told that 12 survived. In Starbucks at the William Penn Hotel, I saw the PG’s first edition from this morning with the blazing headline “Miracle at Sago,” which was replaced for the final edition on my desk now screaming “Joy to Horror” complete with a photo of celebrating wives. The Trib still has their happy happy joy joy cover on their home page.
This has been called a “miscommuciation” by the president and CEO of the mine company.
Getting a regular latte when I ordered a skim latte is a miscommunication. Benny throwing over Hines who ran a short route is a miscommunication. Telling people that their missing loved ones are alive and watch them celebrate, only to then tell them later that they are in fact dead is NOT a miscommunication. I don’t know what it is. But it is NOT a miscommunication.
I don’t care that this was unintentional. I sure hope someone goes samurai on the asses of those responsible for this “miscommunication”.