Now now, we’re all friends here.
If we all cannot get along nicely, I’ll just take my server and stomp on home, y’hear?
Besides, I’ve been known to make what is commonly known around the Tri-State Area as " The Chasmic Leap " from the soothing dulcetory tones and thought-provoking repartee’ of Morning Edition to the bodily-fluids-drenched gutteral patter that is The Howard Stern Show.
To be honest, sometimes the morning news is a bit much and if it’s a full-bore long morning commute, after two rotations of the same agonizingly depressing news, I can do with some gutter filth. It lightens the heart, puts a spring in my step ( a helpful side effect whilst driving ) and lets you feel good about laughing very hard while sitting alone in your car. You look around you, and see OTHER people in their cars, laughing out loud. You feel at one with the Common Folk, and are pleased that you’ve taken a side-trip down the sullied lane of banality.
Then again, there are those days when I never change from my N.P.R. station all morning. Then, I get to the tolls on the G.W.B. and look around, and everyone is laughing but me. I know why, too. They’re laughing AT me. Fine.
Fine. I hate them all. Let then laugh, while I weep copious tears of empathy for the latest story I’m hearing on. M.E.
This raises ANOTHER query. Who here has pulled over on the side of the road to either A) Finish listening to a story on NPR, or B) Wipe away tears produced while listening to a story on NPR, which made driving a completely unsafe activity?
I’ve done the first quite a few times. I pull into my own driveway and sit there. My kids glare out the window at me, knowing I’m lost in a good story. I’ve done the second once or twice, but cannot recall the story now.