I spent the last few days in Chicago at an education conference.
That’s the good news.
The bad news is as soon as I arrived (late by the way… thanks Amtrak), I turned on the TV just in time to hear that Oprah Winfrey is leaving town.
Evidently, Chicago isn’t big enough for the both of us.
I know I shouldn’t take this personally, but this hurts. I’ve always felt like Oprah and I got along fairly well.
Sure, we had our disagreements about Gayle (Oprah loves her… I find her annoying) but for the most part we saw eye to eye.
I should admit that Dr. Phil strikes me as a little odd, but who am I to judge. Good enough for Oprah, good enough for me. Even though he seems like the creepy uncle your parents told you to avoid at family reunions.
But now she is leaving the Windy City.
Off to make her fame and fortune in Los Angeles.
Wait a second. Doesn’t she already have fame and a little bit of fortune (by a little… I mean she bleeds gold bullion).
Why does she need her own television network?
More importantly, why is she starting her own television network.
She is worth about 8,000 billion dollars (when the market is down), so why doesn’t she just buy one of the crappy 700 channels I get (and don’t watch).
Then all she would have to do is move it to Chicago and rename it Oprah Land, OTV, or Oprah Classic (I would be very nervous TV Land, HGTV, and ESPN Classic… very nervous indeed).
But no, she has to wait until I arrive in Chicago to announce she is getting out.
To the uninformed, it looks like I drove her out.
That hurts Oprah. That really hurts.
I have to admit that while the conference was excellent, Oprah’s little announcement put a damper on the whole weekend.
I found myself getting angry as I walked the streets of Chicago.
Then I realized I wasn’t upset with Oprah. She has her life. I have mine.
Even though we don’t always agree, I think it’s important that we continue to support each other (after all… we both do it for the kids…).
Who am I to say that she shouldn’t move for a job. Tough times mean tough decisions. Like all of us, poor Oprah has bills to pay (by poor… I don’t mean poor).
My anger was actually coming from the fact that people don’t know how to walk down the street.
Where has common courtesy gone?
Large groups of idiots would stop directly in the middle of a sidewalk. Right smack in the middle of a pedestrian walkway on Michigan Avenue.
Why did they stop? Who knows. I’m guessing inbreeding, but don’t quote me on that.
I’ve had it with people who seem oblivious to the rest of society and what is going on around them.
So I’m here to ask for your permission…the permission of well-educated, hard-working PrincipalsPage.com readers.
I need permission to carry a large snow shovel around so I can smack people in the face when they become a bother to the rest of us (mostly when they bug me… if they bother you it doesn’t really effect me).
No questions asked. No legal liability. No second-guessing.
Just me, smacking people upside the head to make the world a better place (not my idea… I have to give credit to Mr. Tony on my favorite podcasted radio show).
I’m going to start with people who stop short on busy sidewalks.
In the future, the snow shovel may come into play with people who text while driving, anyone who honks .05 seconds after a stoplight turns green, smokers, loud talkers in movie theaters, people who burn leaves when their city prohibits it, and weathermen.
I’m also going to need permission to add to my list as I see fit.
Thank you for listening.
If you need me I will be in the garage looking for my snow shovel and wondering how my relationship went so wrong, so quickly with Oprah.