Soggy hand towels by the dozens are piled like wannabe Jenga sticks, eventually falling over on the floot.
If this was a football game, somebody would be throwing a flag and we'd be going to the instant replay to determine who deserves a penalty.
As a reporter, you always hoped for those exclusives, or "scoops" as we used to call them.
For the chicken, it's involved but the pig is committed.
Most times, my sandwich comes to me, wrapped tighter than a swaddled baby in a piece of waxed paper.
These guys do get paid for acting, you know.
It is the first thing good news people should consider before airing or writing a story.
How far back do you have to go before you can find a name worthy of that label?
Plus, the price of popcorn is unknown.
How did the CDC overlook this marketing ploy?