I sometimes wonder how much of my brain has been constructed around the stories and soundbytes of public radio. I Iisten all the time. I end up in the audiences of live NPR star visitations. I use the miscellany of novel radio facts to instill my own conversations with (hastily appropriated) substance and a (all too thin) veneer of worldly sophistication. Knowing this... its pretty easy to understand why I end up twice a year manning a telephone at the pledge drive of my local public radio station. The pledge drive volunteers are all addicts/junkies/users like me. Pledge drive volunteers have the best conversations. That little room of volunteers packed around a phone bank all subsist on the same snippets of stimulus and aural brian candy. So, whenever you are working a pledge drive shift, you are surrounded by a constant stream of lively chatter oozing with indoctrinated affection for our preferred worldview provider.And... consequently... when you are in the throws of it all - jacked up on the loving intellectual refrains of YOUR VERY OWN local public radio junkie community - and get a call that goes like this:
Me: "Thank you for calling the KUOW pledge drive. How much would you like to donate tonight?"
Cranky Old Lady: "Not a cent! I think you are a liberal left-wing organization and I hope you go broke!" CLICK.
Well... I have to admit... you giggle. Quietly at first... and then a little more loudly... and then - after telling the rest of the pledge drive volunteers around you what just happened- amplified by a chorus and company of your npr-loving peers.
Sure glad they give you earplugs. It got a kinda loud in there. :]
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