THE NEXT BEST REALITY SITCOM!!!

so after the events of my yesterday (see below for details)- i couldn't help but reiterate to the universe that I LIVE IN A SITCOM... i just do. those who know me well sit by the phone and wait... they know that each time i call there's about a 75% chance that the news on the other end of the phone is going to be the next installment of PEGGY's SITCOM LIFE. tell me i'm wrong!

yesterday morning was not unlike all the rest. i got up, ate pancakes... oh wait! i stand corrected... it turns out that yesterday morning was different for one very distinct reason... it was frickin' COLD... that's what happens when they turn off your heat because there is a gas leak in your apartment!!! so back to my pancakes. i ate them all bundled up like alfie's little brother on "a christmas story." then i got showered and let the hot water thaw me out, dressed and packed up my backpack-- ready to brave another day of too many things to do in one 24 hour period.

i made my way down my lovely little street with every intention of taking the number 88 bus (like i always do). yet, just as i was about to turn in that direction the number 85 bus rolled up behind me... and since both buses take me to my final destination, eventually, and because i'm no dummy, i jumped on the 85!

i found that my favorite spot was vacant, cheerfully sat down and opened my readings. we turn right, then left, pick up new passengers at the next stop, doors close, we move forward and BAM! the bus comes to a sudden stop. i look up from my book to see the bus driver scrambling from his seat and as i look at all the faces of my fellow passengers it starts to dawn on me that we were just in an accident-- TOTALLY FIGURES.

i look out the window to see the construction truck that had slammed into the bus pull over to the side of the road and then look back to the others and say "i knew i should have taken the 88!!" we all begin talking at this point and in the absence of the driver (who's out on the street yelling at the driver of said criminal truck) we begin piecing together the crime scene. it turns out that the construction truck had a gate on the back of his truck that hadn't been properly locked, when it turned the corner, in front of the bus, the gate swung open and smashed into the driver's side window. see exhibit A.

EXHIBIT A

30 minutes later, we're still sitting on the bus. we've all given our names to be witnesses, talked with the MBTA investigator, made several inappropriate jokes and are now waiting for another bus to swing by our stop and pick us up-- but oh wait-- she accidentally took the wrong turn and ended up in harvard sq.-- we'll have to wait just a little bit longer!

it's in this moment that i realize that this scenario would make a great play or episode on a sitcom. seriously, we had all of the typical television stero-types a) the beautiful, smart black woman on her blackberry the whole time b) the snarky gay guy making all of the hilarious acidic comments c) the little old lady who is telling us all what to do to keep us sage d) the bus driver with the heavy bostonian accent e) the handsome guy that joined the bus after the accident and then me f) the quirky blonde. perfect.

then i start chewing on this idea and i realize that- seriously if you turned some of the events in my life into a sitcom- it would be hilarious. then if you got some really great writers to script it out and got someone amazingly quirky, yet hot to play me... you have a GREAT sitcom on your hands. and how much more interesting will it be when the public hears that every episode will be something that ACTUALLY happened to me? eh?

think about it-- the "i blew up my face" episode would be one they wouldn't stop talking about around the cooler for weeks!

so i'm doing it dudes. i'm getting my very wordly-blessed friend mary to help write the script and then this summer i am going to CA during pilot season and i am pitching my sitcom idea.

i've already even come up with a tag-line: it's like reality tv- with better writing!

ahhhh... the joys of self-exploitation... i can hear the money falling into my lap already!