Daily WTF

I mentioned that I have a new job in my last post. Well, our office is located in Midtown Atlanta, on W. Peachtree. There are plenty of places to eat around there, but I’m new and still broke, so I’ve been bringing turkey sandwiches and baggies of pretzels and applesauce and the like. It’s like school all over again, only less fun.

In any case, yesterday was the first day I ventured out of the office for lunch. One of my roommates works down the street from me, and the other drove up to meet us both. They told me to meet them at Colony Square, which is a big complex with lots of offices and a food court and stuff on Peachtree. Now, wouldn’t you think that W. Peachtree would be the west end of Peachtree? You’d be wrong. They're different streets. I walked a good bit (well, a few blocks) farther than I anticipated in my uncomfortable-yet-cute heels. But I digress.

After a delicious Chick-Fil-A Spicy Chicken Sandwich with the roommates at Colony Square, I hiked back to the office and diligently began to work (maybe). A couple of hours later, one of my coworkers Skyped me—“There’s a jumper on top of Colony Square,” she said.

Yikes. A Google News search yielded nothing, not even on the Atlanta Journal Constitution site. So we took to Twitter to find out what was going on (which is in itself an interesting commentary on how social media is the best new breaking news source, but that’s for some other time). @ajc had tweeted about the jumper, as had several individuals. Apparently, someone was sitting on the edge of the top of the building. They’d closed off Peachtree (not W. Peachtree, mind you) and everything.

An hour or two went by before I thought to check for updates on the story—back to Twitter. This time, though, this is what I found: "@ajc Yes, it is. He agreed to come down to meet TI. RT @edelvil: @ajc Did TI really talk that boy from jumping off?"

I’m sorry; what?

Now, a day later, we have a bit more information. According to the AJC, it was indeed Atlanta rapper T.I. to the rescue Wednesday afternoon. He heard about the debacle on the radio and rushed to the scene in hopes that he could help. Which, apparently, he could.

T.I.: Superman’s true secret identity? In any case, he can do whatever he likes.