All in a day's work
We have a little call-in show at the radio station called the Trading Post.
Every Monday through Friday morning from 10:30 to 10:55 anybody who wants to (as long as they're not in the business of selling) can call and get on the air with Eric - our long suffering daytime announcer - and try to sell stuff. It's a free-for-all. The lines stay lit up the entire time and we get calls for the rest of the day asking for phone numbers from the show. It's a pain in my @$$.
But I digress.
People love the show, but they complain. They try for weeks to get on, the phone lines stay busy, they can't get through, yadda, yadda, yadda. I feel their pain, but what can I do? It's a popular show. You get what you get, better luck next time.
In the midst of all this, there is one guy who has made it on this show every day for as long as anyone can remember. He came in low on the radar, like an insidious noise that was so quiet at first no one noticed; he just was. His list of items always includes a 16 ft. sailboat, a pontoon boat, some other kind of boat, a bunch of other crap, and at some point he added Britney Spears collector dolls still in the box and baseball trading cards.
People started to gripe about him getting on and taking up so much time with his long list of stuff he never sells 'cause it's always the same and even Eric started just writing the guy's list down once a week, so after a few months I decided to take action.
I recognized his voice one morning as the first caller for the show. He always says "Trade Post, please" and I finally got it. "Hey," I said. "Are you the Boat Guy?"
No response.
"Hey," I said again. "Aren't you the Guy with the Boats???"
He completely ignored me. I could hear noise in the background and his little nerdy breathing. And no reply. So click. I disconnected him.
All the other lines were on hold for the Trading Post, so there was no way little weenie-head Boat Guy could get through again that day. Hah! Ignore me, will you?
The disconnected line rang again almost immediately, as I knew it would. "All Nine Radio."
"Trade Post, please."
I now call him Voodoo Boat Guy.
Every Monday through Friday morning from 10:30 to 10:55 anybody who wants to (as long as they're not in the business of selling) can call and get on the air with Eric - our long suffering daytime announcer - and try to sell stuff. It's a free-for-all. The lines stay lit up the entire time and we get calls for the rest of the day asking for phone numbers from the show. It's a pain in my @$$.
But I digress.
People love the show, but they complain. They try for weeks to get on, the phone lines stay busy, they can't get through, yadda, yadda, yadda. I feel their pain, but what can I do? It's a popular show. You get what you get, better luck next time.
In the midst of all this, there is one guy who has made it on this show every day for as long as anyone can remember. He came in low on the radar, like an insidious noise that was so quiet at first no one noticed; he just was. His list of items always includes a 16 ft. sailboat, a pontoon boat, some other kind of boat, a bunch of other crap, and at some point he added Britney Spears collector dolls still in the box and baseball trading cards.
People started to gripe about him getting on and taking up so much time with his long list of stuff he never sells 'cause it's always the same and even Eric started just writing the guy's list down once a week, so after a few months I decided to take action.
I recognized his voice one morning as the first caller for the show. He always says "Trade Post, please" and I finally got it. "Hey," I said. "Are you the Boat Guy?"
No response.
"Hey," I said again. "Aren't you the Guy with the Boats???"
He completely ignored me. I could hear noise in the background and his little nerdy breathing. And no reply. So click. I disconnected him.
All the other lines were on hold for the Trading Post, so there was no way little weenie-head Boat Guy could get through again that day. Hah! Ignore me, will you?
The disconnected line rang again almost immediately, as I knew it would. "All Nine Radio."
"Trade Post, please."
I now call him Voodoo Boat Guy.
posted by Cas at 8:54 PM
2 Comments:
next time you get that guy, ask what his secret is so I can use it on the radio shows I listen to!! :-)
i hear that guy every week, i was thinking he worked for or with yall, he gets in so fast, i cant ever get in , the trading post rocks.
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