The ballad of Sancho Diablo
NAME? I am Sancho.
JOB? I am a hellcat.
JOIN? I would love to join thee!
This story is only tangentially TV-station related, I promise.
One of my fellow board ops at the Fox station was a rather striking redhead who announced, out of the blue, that she was running off to get married. I was disappointed, but for once, not primarily because she was giving us virtually no notice and leaving me stuck with a double shift. I was about to lose my evening shift eye candy. To be fair, we were pretty good friends, but as with so many pretty good female friends, I just never worked up the nerve to go any further than that. I was living on my own and in desperate need of friends; I was paranoid about trying to push beyond that and losing the friendship in the process. I never felt like I had enough to offer to making being “more than friends” worthwhile.
But she did have a parting gift to give me. … Read more
