My local radio station decided to be awesome and play the Tiger Woods voicemail just as I happened to switch over. I think I’m about to hear the punch line to one of those prank calls and instead I get Tiger asking a former Tool Academy cast member to take her name off her voicemail (smart move, btw).
PLEASE. As if it wasn’t bad enough that I was tired and grouchy and headed to work, I have to hear an alleged adulterer’s desperate attempt to save his rear? I don’t want to hear that. I don’t want to know. I don’t want all the disgusting details. I don’t want radio stations ambushing the unsuspecting airwaves with private voicemails that make me feel all smarmy and Nixon-like just for accidentally listening in. I don’t want any part of this icky situation, and I especially do not want it forced on me first thing in the morning. Get right, radio station.
