
As many of you are probably aware, one of this evening's more newsworthy events was a 5.6 magnitude earthquake here in NorCal. As you may NOT be aware, olives are apparently considered to be a subset of pickles.
Cindy and I learned this as we watched a local news station covering the story. After detailing the harrowing loss of a ceiling tile at a San Jose Target, the news team moved on to a nearby grocery store, informing the viewing audience that the main casualty of the quake was an aisle's worth of pickles.
Now, here's the kicker - had the story ended there, we all would have accepted the tragedy of the lost pickles. Perhaps I would have felt a greater sense of appreciation the next time I crunched into a beautiful kosher dill. But no, the next shot was of course a dramatic view of the fallen "pickles," which, although green, were surprisingly small and stuffed with . . . pimentos? What?
At this point, you're obviously convinced that we were witness to the finest piece of reporting this side of the Daily Show, but the icing on the cake would have to be the interview of the grocery store employee. As she repeatedly motioned to the aisle of olives and, with an entirely straight face, called them "pickles," I began to understand why fully half of Canadian television programming is based on making fun of Americans by interviewing randomly chosen members of our society.
Needless to say, Cindy and I could not contain ourselves. At the same time, I was left to wonder: if a jar of olives fell in the forest, and no one was there to see it . . . would it actually be pickles?

