G comes home last night (after having been sequestered away all day taking a test), drops his bags, turns to me and says "Gephardt? Kerry picked Gephardt?" I laughed figuring G had heard about The New York Post mishap, and was luring me into a practical joke if I hadn't. "Yeah, pretty crazy, huh?" I answered, going along with the joke.
"Gephardt." He repeated, confused and a bit deflated. "I just saw the cover of The Post on the way home. I never would have..." I cut him off. "Wait. You do know it's Edwards right? The Post headline was a mistake. Kerry announced it would be Edwards this morning."
G was visibly relieved.
Hours later we started discussing the Post again, and their hard-core Republican agenda, and began coming up with conspiracy theories about the paper, like... what possible motive could there be to purposely print such an error? We couldn't come up with anything too damning or interesting so we gave up. G changed the subject with (what appeared to be) a non-sequitur, "I wonder if it'll [the issue] be worth anything in the future. Like getting your hands on a Tribune with the 'Dewy beats Truman' headline." We paused, looked at each other with matching Homer Simpson Doh!'s, and ran to the computer.
Logging onto ebay, the Post's brilliant, diabolical plan was made perfectly clear.
"Did you buy one? One of the papers?" I asked.
"No, I didn't" he said.
"Do you think they still have some at the newsstand downstairs?"
"I'll go check."