I understand it’s 7 am and no one wants to be driving to work in the cold. I see their grumpy faces every morning in my rearview (oh, wait, that’s me checking my eye makeup) and they barely stop for the Beauty School students crossing Main Street with funky orange hair (yeah, that was me again my heel slipped off the brake). I know you’re supposed to put everyone in a great mood or at least top their Corn Pops breakfast.
But your morning shows SUCK. Can Bubba tell the kiss of a man? Can a transvestite do a backflip into a split in heels?
Do I look like I care?
It’s 7 am and I have a three year old in the car. Do you have to talk about sex and transvestites and hookers every freaking day? Here’s a thought PLAY SOME MUSIC.
Occasionally people are puzzled when they hear that I pour a three-digit sum (well, a low three-digit sum) into public radio each year. Perhaps this explains why.