Most days, I eat lunch at the deli across the street from my office. Yesterday, as I was enjoying my chicken and broccoli, I couldn’t help but overhear the conversation between the two women sitting at the table next to me.
“My clock radio goes off at 5:30 a.m.,” one of the women said. “And every morning, they play the same song. I hate it.”
“What song?” the other asked.
“It’s some stupid parody of ‘Highway to Hell,’” the first replied. “And they play it every morning. I have to wake up to it every day. It makes me so angry.”
Let’s have a quick show of hands. Based on what little information we have about the first woman, what is she most likely to do next?
a) Set her clock radio to a different station.
b) Write a semi-coherent, invective-filled letter to the station, accusing them of torture and demanding they stop playing the song, or else.
I leave it for you to decide.
“Okay, campers, rise and shine, and don’t forget your booties ’cause it’s cooooold out there today. “
I’ll bet dollars to doughnuts that’d piss her off, too.
Some people are determined to wake up grumpy.
i like the radio station that i wake up to……….except for
the hideous traffic lady who yodels out: “GOOOOOD MORNINNNG!!!”
at the top of her bluddy lungs at 6:08a.m.
which causes me to cram 2 pillows on my head when i’m barely concscious.
that’s too much work, at that hour.
sure. i could write to the station.
but, i’ve heard a hundred testimonials @ how people think it’s just the kyeeewtest thing, ever.
just read me the weather, ok, assholes ?
c) Changing the station or writing the letter are both too much work. She’ll continue to just whine to whoever is eating lunch with her.
It was vegetarian chicken I’m sure.
I wake up to dog kisses. It’s not quite as annoying as the radio and just as effective.
Yesterday, I was listening to the News and I heard the following:
“cue dramatic breaking new music”
Reporter: Breaking News from 1010WINS: Legendary film icon, Paul Newman, died today at the age of 83 after a long battle with cancer.
Reporter: Stay tuned for further developments.
Me: Further developments?
Isn’t the poor guy, kinda like…dead? What “further developements” can there be? And if there are, I’m certain I don’t want to know!
I have the TV in the bedroom set to wake me up. For some reason, just music ain’t doing it anymore. The flashing lights along with people talking does the trick.