. . . and I got through on the first try! The producer guy picked up, asked me my name, I told him my name, and he liked what I had to say and said he'd get me on the air. As I sat on hold, it dawned on me that I gave my real name, so I hung up.
Monday, November 30, 2009
I Called a Chicago Radio Station Today To Talk About Some Personal Stuff . . .
. . . and I got through on the first try! The producer guy picked up, asked me my name, I told him my name, and he liked what I had to say and said he'd get me on the air. As I sat on hold, it dawned on me that I gave my real name, so I hung up.
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4 comments:
LOL. Smooth.
You dork! What were you going to say that you didn't want anyone knowing your "real name" ?
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You should have disguised your voice. Maybe have gone with your Dr. Evil voice or maybe Ricky Bobby. Well I guess you better work on a poll for your fake radio name. I think we should get to decide what it is. And I swear on everything that I hold dearly in my life that the word verification for me was "prick." I don't know if that means I am going to have a bad day or I just needed to come to your blog for a good laugh.
Polk: Not so much . . .
Lyn: I was just worried they'd put me on and be like, "we got Dr. Ken on the line . . ."
Shife: I could have sang the whole call in my Michael McDonald voice.
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