And it was.
There was breaking news on the seacoast in Rye, and they needed to get the reporter a car. So as I was trying to complete a task for one of the producers, I heard someone calling my name. I rushed out and got two questions at once – “Do you have your license on you?” and “Can you drive an SUV?”
I was very confused and nodded yes to both. Within about 30 seconds, I was being herded out to the garage and placed in an SUV. I drove out to the place we were meeting up, somewhere between hysterical laughter and utter confusion. All I kept thinking was, “Dear god, what did I get myself into?”
On the way back to the station, the photog I was riding with said “Lucky you. You’re one of the handful of interns that gets to leave the station.”
My supervisor, when I got back, said, “Yeah, up until an hour ago, there were rules about putting interns in the cars. And there were DEFINITELY rules about letting the interns DRIVE the cars. Apparently breaking news invalidates that.”
This is part of why I love journalism. You never know what you’re going to get yourself into.