I Cheated … And This Is My Punishment, i.e., The Go Fish Project
August 30, 2009 § 6 Comments
Update: The local DC Top 40 radio station, Hot 99.5, came forward Wednesday morning and admitted that this whole thing was a prank, designed to prop up their ratings during the week of Senator Kennedy’s death (when listeners might switch over to news stations for coverage). Oh, and it was a test of the media’s fact-checking skills, too. Riiiiight. They might as well own it — the scam was a blatant play for ratings — during the last week of the month, during the last week of a quarter. Dirty, dirty Comcast. Makes me even happier that we spoofed it.
By now, you’ve seen the story about William Taylor,” but in case you haven’t — he’s the guy whose wife caught him cheating, and made him stand out in a busy intersection during rush hour holding a sign that said, “I Cheated. This Is My Punishment.”
It turns out, that intersection is less than a mile from where my husband and I live.
It also just so happens that I think the whole story is ridiculous. First and foremost, it seems like a prank — something specially designed to go viral (when I first heard about it, I directed my suspicions at the local pop radio station); secondly, is this really the route to forgiveness? Is the wife really going to forgive him afterward? It seems too petty, too contrived, too simple.
It also seems ready-made for mocking.
Which is why my husband and I stayed up late last night with posterboard and markers, making signs, and why we spent an hour at that very same intersection this morning:
I sat across the median on the sidewalk and watched while Scott stood, looking as pathetic and sheepish as he possibly could, in the center of the median, twisting and turning for optimal passersby ease of reading. I think the story has been in the local media enough that travelers are conditioned to peek over at that intersection. I’m sure a lot of people just assumed “Oh, there’s that William Taylor guy again,” but plenty of others looked, read the sign, looked again, and started laughing. There was honking, some thumbs-ups, and a lot of cracking up. We only lasted an hour — Scott has a borderline stress fracture in his foot, and he has to wear a boot, so I could only force him to stand there in the heat for so long — but Project Go Fish was a success.
And, for the record, no — he didn’t actually cheat at Go Fish. (But he is ridiculously good at it.)