Radio Escapades

I worked another weekend at the radio station, which isn't anything new. I sit in a room playing music (country music) and watch TV when I don't like the song that is on. And every so often I take a phone call, which is usually to my disliking because the people who call in aren't... um, how can I put this so I don't sound like an asshole... very verbally coordinated.

(Whew, dodged that pothole...)

However, this weekend was my first where I can actually relay a fairly fun phone call. It all happened on Saturday at about 7pm.

We're doing a contest for Valentines Day (The holiday I despise more than any other. I like arbor day better than valentines day... and all you do on that day is plant a fucking tree. but, I digress.) We just got done going over the details and I change over to the commercials when the phone line lights up.

I'm already dreading this call because, usually, the person misunderstands what I said and thinks I'm actually taking calls to find a winner. This pisses me off to no end because apparently these uncoordinated dolts also don't pay very close attention.

However, I start recording the call and pick it up.

I'm surprised to hear a very articulate lady on the other end of the line. Here's a rough transcript of what happened:

Lady: "Yeah, I have a question about the valentines day contest."

Me: "Yeah?"

Lady: "If I win, could you also provide a hot cowboy to go along with the other prizes?"

Me: (Laughs) "No, unfortunately you have to provide your own valentine."

Lady: "Oh, well that sucks; that's always the hard part."

Me: (jokingly) "Ah, well I'm not gonna lie I'm a pretty hot cowboy myself..."

Lady: "Aha, well if I win maybe I'll take you with me."

Me: "Well ok, I might hold you to that. What's your name?"

Lady: "Audrey."

Me: (still joking) "Ok Audrey, we'll see what happens."


Yes, it was the highlight of my day. But... it wasn't over yet. About a minute later she called back and asked my name and how old I was. Then reiterated that if she won she might take me with her.

All I could do was laugh and keep playing along. This was also giving me a weird flashback to High School.

At our High School radio station, some of the other DJs would try to get me a chick by playing a contest called "Win a Date with Nate". Of course, it never worked. But this little exercise that happened on Saturday just reminded me of all that.

Now, the chances of this lady winning the contest grand prize is very slim. So I'm not too worried. But, how weird would it be if she did win and asked me to go with her on the trip?

I wouldn't be able to go since I can't participate in the contests; so I'd just laugh my ass off and see if I could get her phone number for some other time.


So, I guess the moral of this story is: LOL


~Nate-O