Since it seems everybody and their egos has had to say something (as opposed to having something to say) in regards to this week’s L.A.Times Current section controversy I decided to take it down to the bottom rung on the journalistic ladder and check in with my delivery dude to catch his thoughts on the whole mess after he drove up and tossed my paper this morning:
Me: Hey, how’s it going?
Delivery Dude: Who are you?
Me: I’m one of your customers. I live right here.
DD: What’re you doing up at this hour on a Sunday?
Me: I wanted to ask you something.
DD: I don’t have no money, man.
Me: No, it’s not that. I just wanted to know what you thought about what’s happened recently down at your paper with the opinion editor resigning after the publisher axed a special editorial section that was supposed to be in today’s edition.
Me: You know… the whole deal that ended with opinion editor quitting Thursday?
DD: You kidding?
Me: They’re calling it “Grazergate?”
DD: Razor what? No clue, man.
Me: Come on, you had to have heard something, especially in the aftermath of the resignation with all the emails and then more emails and then huffy internal memos from people slammed in those emails and then an article yesterday about all those emails and memos and after that blog posts and –.
DD: What’s a blog, man. None of that means shit to me. I don’t read the paper.
Me: Well that’s understandable… but let me ask your opini –.
DD: Come on!
Me: I just want your perspective.
DD: Whatever. Fine. I only have 200 more papers to deliver before sunrise.
Me: Let’s say you know a guy who has a roommate who does something stupid, like brings a girl home to live there without first clearing it with you. There’s barely enough room for the both of you so you get pissed and then he gets pissed off and you throw the girl out and in protest he leaves and then starts badmouthing you and your friends all over the place so you return the favor and then word spreads and more tenants in the building who you don’t even know start weighing in and talking about it. If that happened, what would you do?
DD: Easy. I’d tell everyone they just need chill. Shut the fuck up big time.
Me: Exactly! That’s what I’m talking about.
DD: That means you, too. Go take an Ambien or something.
Me: Good advice.