The radio at work usually sucks, and I'm not just talking about the content. (Do they really need to play the Hip so much?)
The Worksite is located in what I refer to as "Where signals go to die" - cellphones, AM/FM radio, all of it is scratchy and inconsistent.
Because certain radio stations fade in and out, we find that we are changing to a different station at least once a day. No matter which one, it eventually goes to static and we switch again.
And that's where the fun comes in.
Periodically, one of the local FM station's signal will be overpowered by what I believe is a station from Seattle. It's hard to notice the change at first, because the music that's played on both stations is relativity similar.
It's the DJ's that make the difference.
After a music set had ended last week, the DJ's started talking, and since they usually prattle on about local, small town stuff, I generally tune them out until the next song comes on. So needless to say, my attention was focused elsewhere during their conversation.
Until I heard the word "Laibia".
Of course, this got my attention.
Turns out the station had slipped over to the Seattle one, and the DJ's were having a conversation about personal grooming, tattoos, and peircings. It seemed to be an interesting and heated conversation, one that I would have gladly kept listening to.
But instead, I was running up the stairs two at a time, hoping to change the station before any of our elderly customers clued in that the "hood" the DJ's were talking about wasn't a piece of clothing.
I just made it in time, as I'm sure I heard the phrase "Prince Albert" uttered before I hit the button.
I'm hoping our customers just thought someone was still talking about the Royal Wedding.
That seems plausible, right? Right?