Revenge of "Mother Goose"

Our Boston correspondent writes to remind us that we live today in a sea of data. These very words are recorded somewhere, perhaps copied somewhere else, and may never be wholly obliterated. There are WebCams we can use to watch people walking down a street thousands of miles away, we can tune in to a radio station on the other wide of the world. We carry phones that connect us to everyone, and a call may be answered by another digital device, and our mundane "Home soon, Hon" recorded for later retrieval.

At the same time, life continues to play out with its ancient rhythms and themes: The mother defending her children, the little old lady who fights back, the careless jerk who gets what he deserves. Which brings us to our story for today.

It seems an otherwise ordinary fellow, operations manager for a Dallas Jack in the Box, was stuck in traffic when it became clear that he would be late for a meeting. So he punched up his cell phone, and called his boss to tell him. His boss did not answer, but our hero began to leave a voice-mail message. Nothing out of the ordinary there. Just as he was about done with his explanation of his tardiness, there was an accident on the road right in front of him. Rather than hang up, he proceeded to record a play-by-play.

No one was hurt (well, no one who didn't clearly deserve it), and the recording is otherwise office-safe. It's a riot, click [HERE].

Hat tip to Uncle Michael.