A little background....
Several months ago Golfer Barbie and I were watching the noon news in our conference room while downing chick-fil-a salads...and we were like... "Wow Ben (the local weather person @ noon)is sooooo cute." One of the men that works in our office just could not get over us *SWOONING* over Ben. (I didn't swoon...just agreed) He is very handsome and seems to be so nice. I mean -- seriously. Take a look:
See? Not kidding. Just that wholesome look. Golfer Barbie and I decide that he is just the type of guy she needs. And this goes on for several months. So it came to be that every time we were in the conference room for lunch we watched the weather. The weather here is just so interesting!
Well, one day I was driving off site and I see Mr. Weather God Ben in his shiny silver BMW. I got on the hotline to Golfer Barbie and said -- I just passed Ben going into the studios. She screams out - TURN AROUND. Go give him my phone number!!!!! It seems from that point on...the Ben thing just started to spin out of control. NO I DID NOT TURN AROUND AND GO STALK HIM -- jeez -- for the love! I am not REALLY insane.
Ok so Ally's Birthday arrives...and everyone is insisting on watching the weather. Well that isn't unusal, obviously, but we had so many people in for my office party. My former boss came back and I remember thinking...we can live without Ben for one day. It had really gotten to be a joke -- talking about Ben everyday at lunch. And we played it up -- big time. :) Well it turns out that my newer boss had asked Ben to say Happy Birthday to me on camera during the noon news. Unfortunately, he wasn't able to do so and sent an email stating he would send me a signed photo. When I read the email I almost passed out from mortification! But he was very kind and simply apologized that there was not time.
I got over the email incident, but unfortunately, the photo never arrived. A few months later the most horrible thing happened. Ben announced he was leaving to go to a station in Detroit! Golfer Barbie and I were completely devestated. The weather just -- wouldn't be the same! We started to turn bitter. We were angry. How in the world could Ben ditch us like that for the smog captial of the world? He was leaving the love of his life (Golfer Barbie) behind...He was surely confused!
Well, about 4 weeks ago, our Team Leader said we needed to have a quick meeting. GB (golfer barbie) and I just looked at each other...I get nervous when unscheduled meetings are called. Its never a good thing -- and if you work in Corporate America you know what I'm talking about. So we all stand around in one of our programmer's office and the Team Leader says..."Harry has something he wants to say." Well golfer Barbie and I just look at each other with this FEAR of something bad...and suddenly Harry reaches out to us two brown envelopes. What was in the envelope you might ask? A picture of our very own...of BEN! He had signed them -- Dear Alyson, Thank you for your kind words...I about died. But I appreciated it and somehow my face color went back to normal from the beet red it had turned.....
Happily, for several weeks we've been enjoying our Ben photos...(see below) and life is good...except that he's still leaving the station. The city is in mourning...but is learning to cope. Our Department lunches went back to normal and we were learning to like the new weather GIRL (BLEH!)...some of the guys obviously enjoy the weather more now -- than Golfer Barbie and myself.
We had our holiday luncheon today at one of the more prominent restaurants in town because our secretary was retiring and its her favorite place to eat...so we are there forever and I need to go to the restroom and golfer barbie does too. Yes girls always travel together...this restaurant has several dining rooms and we were in a private one. GB and I walk out and are admiring all the pretty holiday decorations when suddenly she gasps. I look to my right and right there -- in the flesh -- only TWO FEET AWAY -- TWO FEET -- WAS BEN!!!!!!!!!!! Golfer Barbie is suddenly possessed and does an about-face and practically makes record speed back to our dining room while I am left standing there gaping at him. I find my feet and follow her...but the moment was over. We had now made total and complete fools out of ourselves and will never be able to face Ben ever again....
How does this story end? Well the entire office got a complete jolly out of our flushed faces and total mortified states and well...we left. As we were walking out I stepped on the back of one of my co-workers shoes and Golfer Barbie tripped over her own feet. It was just like a horrible movie. We will never see Ben again. His last day doing the weather was yesterday....
Remember: We were stupid...be smart -- at least have your picture made with the guy with your camera phone!
UPDATE: I have written to Ben and told him about this site [bitefingernails]
This is what I said:
Dear Ben,
I wanted to share a little story with you that I have written. Its a
true story which involves you (indirectly) and I think you might
find it -- mildy amusing. I am the "Ally" in the story...and Golfer
Barbie is really "Brandy". We are quite normal but this completely
INSANE story was so funny I wanted to share it with you.
http://justally.blogspot.com
Thank you for all you have done for our area. You will be missed.
Good luck in Detroit!
Ally
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