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My Grandma Virg (inia) used to always say that. I'll never forget riding the Matterhorn with her circa 1985 and hearing her scream, "Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" all the way down. My family is very Catholic and very Irish so save the blasphemy comments.
Anyway, I had a "Jesus, Mary and Joseph"/John-Kobylt-In-Line-For-A-Bagel kinda moment today.
I arrived at the cafe where I pick up lunch from time to time. There was a woman at the register and she had clearly already paid. The lady who owns the joint is chatty and sweet so people often exchange more than a hello ,but this woman...
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.
She whips out the iPhone and starts showing the owner pictures. At first, I think it's just a, "haven't seen you an awhile...look at Becky, she's 5 now. Can you believe it? FIVE!"
This picture sharing went on minutes, like at least 5.
As the curiosity overwhelmed me I inched closer to the register to take a peak...
...CATS! She was showing several (at least 7) pictures of her CATS. And all the while, the line behind her grew and grew and grew.
For CATS. CATS on a sofa. CATS on the floor stretching. CATS.
Jesus, Mary and Joseph.