Discovering the Relevance of Words
“Until I cleaned it up, I couldn’t tell what it was.” I glanced back over at the lump of metallic pieces, scrap metal and an assortment of grime.
“Really? So you just found this pile of garbage and picked it up? No thought just up and go?”
I nodded, trying not to let the lights blind me, or the faces of the audience distract me. I was never one for television, and being on a live show? Terrifying. I suppose it was necessary, even if I felt my skin crawl whenever their cameras quickly zoomed in on my face. What I had found should be told to the world, I guess.
“So, after you found it, what did you do with it?” asked the man sitting across from me in his done up hair, freshly pressed suite and plastic face. His voice grated against my ears, too perfect and polished. A deep breath, force out a response.
“Well, Tim, I took it to my garage and cleaned it up a bit, as I said earlier.”
The interview continued and I left without the thing I had found, the only thing in my rugged pocket was a crisp check.