How I Made it on the Weather Channel
Wednesday, December 30th, 2009Last Monday, I’m at work and it’s snowing like crazy. Literally 24 hours before, we had no snow on the ground. Then this storm comes out of nowhere and just blasts us. Right around the end of my shift, I looked outside at the storm wondering how the roads were going to be for my drive home, and saw a guy hunched over at the end of our driveway. I thought he fell and was hurt, so I stuck my head out the door. Just then he stood up and started walking towards me, and I noticed he was carrying a camera.
I stepped outside and told him, “I thought you fell. I was just making sure you’re okay.” He indicated his camera and said, “No, I’m trying to get some footage. I was trying to get that girl, but she was zig-zagging too much.” I saw the logo for the Weather Channel on his coat, and shamelessly asked, “So…can I be on TV?”
He said yes, and started talking about the shot he wanted to get. He told me he wanted to get some snowy pine trees in the background, and wanted me to walk out about 100 feet into the empty lot across the parking lot, then turn around and walk back. Keep in mind, I’m dressed in a polo shirt, cargo pants, a light hoodie, and tennis shoes. It’s freezing and there’s 6 inches of snow on the ground. But I said sure.
I took my first step into the lot and got snow up over the top of and into my shoe. Two more steps, and I break through some ice. Now I’ve got muddy freezing water filling my right shoe. I pull out, and trudge on. Couple more steps, and I break through again, this time with my left foot. As I pull that leg out, I slip and fall face first into the mud and ice and snow. As I get to my feet, I hear him yell out to me, “Don’t worry, I didn’t get that on tape!”
I turned around and said, “I don’t think this is gonna work!” He yells back, “Okay! You want to film it in the parking lot then?” I said “Sure,” and started walking back through the snow and ice to get to the plowed parking lot. I get back to a clear spot, and he tells me what he wants me to do. “Okay, walk slowly toward me. Count to about 10 and then pull your hood up. Act like you’re trying real hard to hold it down. They eat that shit up! Just don’t look at the camera. They don’t like anything staged.”
So I did, and he said it was perfect and we shook hands and he told me when it would likely be on. I went inside, immediately Twittered and texted all my friends. And then I realized that I was soaked and covered in snow and mud. I looked like I shit my pants and let it drain into my shoes. I squished when I walked, and left muddy footprints and assprints when I sat down. My feet were numb, and it hurt when I walked or tried to move my toes. And I still had 20 minutes of work and a long commute (made even longer by the weather) until I could dry off and warm up.
After I got home and changed and dried off, I parked in front of the Weather Channel looking for my segment. It took several hours of watching, but I first spotted myself at 9:10 and again at 10. It was neat, although I hate how I look on television. I’ve got video of it, which will probably be posted online eventually. Even after all the stuff I went through, I think it was worth it.
Yes, I’m easily amused, but answer me this: Have you ever been on the Weather Channel?
That’s what I thought.
Andster