Nichol's apartment complex just fucked up royally, and the water is to be shut off. She doesn't want to be involved in the coverage, so I said, "Let me handle this. This is exactly the hour to provide a news tip."
So, I call the Killeen Daily Herald, and the first person I speak with is a designer (I don't miss that entry-level function ... it's often idiots trying to settle bar bets). I get transferred to what I expect to be a reporter, but turns out ... well, he's on the desk.
So much the better. Now I can be blunt.
I fucking miss talking with other journalists. We aren't here to shoot the shit, and I was clear about what I'd personally experienced in the complex and what was hearsay.
It's funny ... I once wrote a column entitled "Don't piss off the news editor," and this is the sort of thing where, well, you don't know who you've just pissed off, and you also don't know whether their ex-husband happens to be able to get through newsroom structures to provide a tip.
I closed the conversation by wishing him a pleasant evening -- but hoping it won't be too boring. "Easy nights are not why I enjoy being on the desk." And he responds in kind: "Completely agree." I provide my number and mention the reporter should text first, as I don't answer calls from people not in my phone. His response? "Neither do I. Too much bullshit."
Afterward? Calling KXXN. You want redundancy in this situation. I had good conversations with both, but I'm a source in Austin covering a problem in Killeen, which I can't effectively do and therefore need local journalists to finish the job.
Nichol has switched her approach from "I'd never be caught talking to a journalist" to (after much explanation of what all of this is going to entail) to ... "well, I didn't ask for your help, but you knew I was asking for your help."
Yeah, babe, I do. You didn't bring this to my attention because you wanted pity. You wanted me to step in and do what, well, I do.
And I have now gotten the ball rolling. Which, as manipulative as it may have been, was what needed to happen.
If a reporter shows up, she's now happy to entertain them. She wasn't going to be able to sell the story to anyone, so, well ... I just had to step in. Of course she didn't ask, as that would be weakness.
This said, she remains the only person who can, with a single touch, make me twitch violently.
And I remain the only person in her life that can blast through newsroom walls and get shit done. Will they cover her situation? I put 60% odds between the pair of outlets.
But she had a 0% shot without me navigating this, so that's an improvement. Sometimes I wish I didn't still love her, but I had no choice in this case. She was pleading without pleading, and I knew exactly how to get through the gates.