Okay, I'm not naming names; but you know who you are.
Okay, so it's tomorrow; and I've counted to ten and I'm much calmer. That being said, I'm still calling out ABC TV. What am I calling them out about? Oh, I think we all know...
So, the other night I'm watching Abbott Elementary, which I've been watching from the start. It's fine. Although I'm a little tired of the "workplace" sit-coms that are styled like The Office. Like, who exactly are the characters talking to when they speak directly to the camera with commentary and so forth? The Office wrung a whole season out of the premise of the making of the documentary of "The Office," when prior to that, there was no way a documentary crew could've been privy to most of what they'd filmed. It was brilliant. My husband really likes Abbott Elementary. I could take it or leave it; but I will say all the actors are great on it.
So, here's my beef, Chief...
On the episode of the show, Season 1, Episode 7 - "Art Teacher," two of the teachers (Barbara and Jacob) decide to start a school garden but are clueless about how to do it. Meanwhile, one of the other teachers (Gregory) observes them with disdain; as, it turns out, he grew up with a Dad who was a gardener so he's more or less an expert green-thumb. He sneaks around behind Barbara and Jacob and tends to the garden, which of course, is lush and yielding.
Now, when I bring up all these "coincidences" to my husband, they're usually met with more than a few grains of salt and a decidedly "devil's advocate" stance. The other day we were on a walk and I laughed to myself. He asked me what was so amusing. I told him about my suspicions, re: the Abbott Elementary "coincidence." We had watched the show together. Now he had a knowing little grin. "Yeah," I said, "I'm right; and you're involved in this too now because the garden store was your idea." Which it was, as he had supplied me with a list of occupations for the characters on Cheeseheads. So you owe him a paycheck too, Uncle Walt.
So, here's my application:
S.W.A.K. (on my ass).
(Oh crap, I just realized I mis-dated my application. Oh well).