Information Morning?

This morning, Bob Murphy - in one of the most laughably-boring Information Morning stories ever, even moreso than the expose on the abundance of female volleyball referees who hail from Manitoba (seriously) - reported on the pending demolition of the government wharf in Selma. The main interviewee was an elderly woman whose living room picture window overlooks the wharf; apparently she is the resident wharf historian. She. Spoke. So. Slowly. Yet. She. Had. Nothing. Really. Interesting. To. Say. But. She. Kept. Talking. On. And. On. And. On. And. You. Kept. Waiting. For. The. Point. Or. At. Least. The. End.

Well, maybe she did have something noteworthy to say, but I completely missed it - I was too taken with the way she spoke and the awkwardness of the story to pay any attention at all to what exactly it was she was saying.

I felt imprisoned listening to this story - like I was selling, I don't know, raffle tickets door-to-door and ended up stuck in this lady's kitchen, holding a scalding cup of tea for her while she slowly leafed through her handbag for her change and prattled on and on and on and on and on about how things used to be but I couldn't leave because she was going to buy these tickets to support my hockey tournament in New Brunswick and she was holding me hostage out of loneliness and boredom.

I can imagine poor Bob Murphy handing is his resignation after filing this story.

I so wish I had a copy of it.