When it comes to cases of mistaken identity, they are unfortunately not all that uncommon. Take a cabby I once knew named James. James was in the habit of depositing cash in an ATM around midnight each night he drove a cab (mind you, this was before credit card machines when everybody paid cash and by midnight, we’d actually have enough money to be worth killing) to avoid being “relieved” of his night’s earnings.
Well…one night he made his usual deposit. The next guy who came along and used that same ATM turned out to be a murderer – and it was his photo that should have been featured on the front page of one of the Big Apple’s tabloids. But somehow, James got the nod! By the time the morons who placed James’ picture in their tabloid figured out the mistake, they were up to their asses in a lawsuit filed by my cabby friend.
Fair-minded (or broke) individual that he apparently was, James settled for enough money to buy a cab and medallion outright (about 300k at the time) rather than wait 5 years at which point his lawyer said he’d get 2 or 3 million. On balance, I imagine that ultimately, James was most gratified with his case of mistaken identity. It paid off handsomely in the end.
Several years later, a client and paramour of mine was murdered in her apartment. Actually, stabbed 23 times with a knife! Tiffany had her strong points…but a beautiful girl she was not! Predictably, her photo appeared in one of NYC’s tabloids whereupon friends of mine noted what a pretty girl she was. Having never seen the paper, I passed those opinions off to “There’s no accounting for tastes.”
Maybe two years later, I ran up on a very pretty escort whose name was (drum roll) Tiffany. When she related her story about being pictured in a major tabloid as a deceased escort, I knew what had happened with the Tiffany story and picture. Schmucks downloaded a picture of the wrong Tiffany. On that occasion, the tabloid did not pay the piper. The pictured Tiffany dropped all her ads and went underground until the bizarre event faded into oblivion.
All of which brings me to the reason for today’s entry. Yesterday, those soulful R & B aficionados over at Fox News noted the passing of the Queen of Soul by posting a photo of PATTI LABELLE. That would about figure. It doesn’t surprise me that a soul-free employee of that Trump-applauding cesspool of a news arm could make a mistake like that!
Ya know, I often find MSNBC almost as nauseating to watch as Fox News. By me, they’re both a little (or a lot) over the top. But to publish a photo of the wrong Queen of Soul? Only a Fox douchebag could pull that boner. Imagine that you’re so plastic and without soul that you don’t even know a photo of Aretha Franklin when you see it. Amazing!