9/11 Divorce............................. - page 2

:eek: Check this out, y'all: "The first divorce directly related to the 9/11 attacks has been filed in NY. It appears a guy with an office on the 103rd floor of the WTC spent the morning at his... Read More

  1. by   eltrip
    Originally posted by Rustyhammer
    The wife must have been doing something wrong.
    Yeah, I'll say she did something wrong...she allowed him to continue drawing breath!

  2. by   SmilingBluEyes
    whoops. pants down.
  3. by   nakitamoon
    Oh Rusty,,,,, the wife,,,,,,,,!!!!! lol,,,, agree with post saying the only thing she did wrong was allow him to keep drawing breath,,,,,,, lmao,,,,,,, I agree

    But really makes ya wonder,,,,, gonna fool around,,,, need to have some common sense,,,,, geesh,,,,,, In my office!,,,,
  4. by   monkijr
    Originally posted by Rustyhammer
    The wife must have been doing something wrong.
    Rusty, my Hero!!!!, you just fell and are no longer my Hero. I have been reading your posts and so adored you!!!! Why would you say such a thing, just to get a reaction?
  5. by   2ndCareerRN
    Ok Ladies, and others...put away your sharp instruments, and other instruments of destruction.

    Can you all say......Urban Legend......?

    Yep, as much as you would like it to be true so that it would confirm your suspicion that all men are pigs..it just isn't so.

    Legend: Horrific events put paid to a cheating husband's alibi.

    Example: [Adams, 2001]

    Sept. 11 this bum, who worked at the World Trade Center, had a breakfast meeting. What he was having, however, wasn't eggs. He was with his mistress. I guess you might call him an early riser. His wife tried to reach him. He finally answered his cell way after 10 in the morning. Panicked, she screamed: "Where are you!" Responding to the angst in her voice he replied testily: "Well, where do you think I am? In the office."

    Origins: Humor almost disappeared from American culture in the period immediately following the tragedies of 11 September 2001. For more than two weeks nary a joke was to be heard throughout the land, let alone any of the to-be-expected outpourings of sick humor that often chase close upon the heels of horrific events. The Challenger explosion, the death of Princess Diana: these were almost immediately the subject of gallows humor offerings, some of which were so appallingly tasteless as to provoke a smile in even those most reluctant to laugh. This time things were different, though -- the terrorist attacks and the staggering loss of human life on that beautiful September morn silenced the laughter.

    Yet laughter is necessary to the healing process and to the process whereby we begin to come to terms with events of great magnitude, both personal and global. The loss of a family member becomes a joking matter, not because that person wasn't loved and treasured or isn't grievously missed, but because he was and is. Likewise, horrific large-scale events become fodder for the joke-makers, and through their product we begin to deal with the sorrow that would otherwise overwhelm us. Laughter reminds us that the world goes on, and that we must go on with it.

    During the third week following the attack, humor began to make its reappearance, but not in its previous brazen, anything-goes manner. Akin to a rabbit poking its head from its hole, tentatively sniffing the air, alert to all nuances of potential danger and ready to dash back to safety at the first hint of anything going wrong, the jokes were uncertain and the laughter nervous. The events of September 11 were scrupulously avoided. But it was a beginning.

    The fourth week brought a further loosening as the rabbit came a bit more out of its hole. There was yet a little more expansion into areas of humor that each of us had quietly declared off limits in the aftermath of the tragedy.

    The story quoted above is an example of this stage of humor. It's an apocryphal tale -- no names are given, and there is no pretense of this "true story" being anything but an inventive offering. But it does employ the massive destruction of the World Trade Center towers as the backdrop for its tale of marital infidelity uncovered.

    The following version began making its Internet rounds in May 2002. Notice how the story has been fleshed out with additional detail:

    The first divorce directly related to the September 11th terrorist attacks has been filed in a NY court.
    It appears a guy with an office on the 103rd floor of the World Trade Center left home for work on Sept 11. When he got to Manhattan, he decided to spend the morning at his girlfriend's apartment in the Village. When he got to her place, he turned off the phones, TV and radio and spent the entire morning in bed with her. At about 11:00 am, while still at her place, he turned his cell phone back on to retrieve his messages.

    A second later it rang. His wife was on the phone crying and screaming at him, "I've been trying to call you for over two hours!! I've been worried sick about you! Are you OK?!?" He answered calmly that he was fine.

    The wife then asked, "Where are you?"

    The guy said, "Where do you think I am? I'm in my office!"

    In June 2002, this joke began to circulate as an image of a purported newspaper clipping as well:

    Barbara "if we didn't laugh, we'd cry" Mikkelson

    Last updated: 10 July 2002
    www.snopes2.com search for Alibi Bye, and also look at many of the other urban legends.

  6. by   PediRN
    and...for those of you who know the geography in NYC, there is NO WAY that this guy didn't hear the commotion if he was in the Village!!!

    Hoax or no, don't go trying to take the light off Rusty's remark.

  8. by   Brownms46
    Originally posted by shay
    :chuckle I would soooooooo pull a lorena bobbit on that man........

    :chuckle...do you think he had the nerve to go home..???
  9. by   delirium
    I have to say it sounded like an urban legend, but it was too freaking hilarious for America.

    And Rusty, if it were true, I'd have to say that I think his mother did wrong in not drowning him at birth. His wife was just the poor schmuck who ended up marrying his trifling azz.
  10. by   -jt
    <I wonder if that is a urban myth like the guy in the picture with the plane approaching.>

    Its not funny. If it were true, it would have been tragic what that wife went thru for 3 hrs before she could reach her husband. But its not true. Its a sick, sad, inappropriate, attempt at humor. No one in the Village that day did not know what was happening right down the street, even if he wasnt watching TV. Even if he didnt hear the thousands of screams, the constant explosions, or the hundreds of sirens blaring all at once right outside his window, the fall of the towers felt like an earthquake for miles around.

    Maybe the rest of the country feels far enough removed to be able to make jokes about that day but its almost a year later & we're STILL having funerals in this city for the people who were murdered. Nobody here is anywhere near laughing about this yet. Doubt they ever will be.

    Having a jolly old time with this 'joke' is insensitive, to say the least.
    Last edit by -jt on Aug 20, '02
  11. by   studentOH
    Agreed JT. Seems like you put a damn flag sticker on your car and then everything is back to normal here in the good old USA. Ignorance is bliss *sigh*.

    Apparently his wife was doing something wrong
    She was using that iron skillet to cook in
    and not using it against his skull.....
    She should clean him out like a lint trap
    let his little girlfriend monitor his wims.. the jerk
    I bet the girlfriend wont stick around long when she has JR on her hands all the time and cant send him home to the lil woman
    I do agree with the renee bobbit : I wouldnt leave anything intact on that man at all.... genitals , bank accounts, pride, reputation...
    Just a thought
  13. by   Rustyhammer
    Originally posted by Rustyhammer
    The wife must have been doing something wrong.
    Evidently I have done something wrong.
    I take back the above post. It was a lame attempt to get a rise out of you.