Don't have a cow


Brittany and I were fortunate enough to be graced with the presence of a lovely new publicity intern on our car ride to the Indy office today. About 25 miles outside of Bloomington, while the three of us gals were deeply immersed in our conversation about boy bands, the intern suddenly blurted out, "Um, did you guys just see that?"

Too engrossed in discussing the details of Justin Timberlake's bleach-blonde baby afro, Brittany and I were completely oblivious to what was laying in the median of the highway.

"I might be crazy," intern Taylor said, "but I think there was a ... dead cow in middle of the road."

I'm sorry, but did you just say a "cow"? I mean, I've seen my fair share of dead rabbits, squirrels, deer, and the occasional cat alongside the road ... but a cow?

She continued, "There was a giant black animal lying on in the median. It's too big to be a dog and it had a tag on its ear."

Chaos ensued:

"OMG! A cow!!?"

"What!? NO WAY! A COW. Are you serious?"


"How did a cow end up in the middle of the road!?"

"How did we not see a cow in the middle of the road!?"

Since the um, alleged cow carcass was located right next to a milk farm, the three of us deduced that the cow either escaped or simply wandered through a hole in the fence.

"I still don't believe it," I said firmly, always a Doubting Thomas.

About five minutes later, Brittany had to make a quick swerve off the road in order to avoid getting hit by another car that started coming into her lane. As soon as she regained control of her vehicle and finished thoroughly chewing out the driver who almost caused our demise, her cell phone rang. A fellow publicist, Brittani, who was apparently driving behind us and saw the whole swerving debacle, was calling to make sure we were okay.

Before getting off the phone with us Brittani asked, "Hey, by the wayDid you guys see that dead cow in the road?"

Only in Indiana ...