Where Dead People Lay

This week I've worked the graveyard shift.



There are a lot of lonely people out there, people who will call a radio station just to talk to someone. This doesn't bother me. One woman had received grave news about her health that day. She didn't want to go on air, she just wanted to hear a song*. I couldn't play it.



Another woman discussed her abusive and philandering ex-husband, she said she was unsure if she could love again.



Shortly after, a man called in with a very feminine voice. He started off by saying one should never hit a woman, he would never do such a thing. When he was a child his mother died God bless her soul and he was put in the care of his aunt. She was a complete bitch and would pull his hair, slap him and throw him against the wall but no, he was too good to stoop to her level, even though he wanted to punch that God-damned tart in the face. When he was old enough he ran away from home and he hopes that evil bitch dies and rots in hell, and that she's listening now. He hung up.



We went to a commercial break after that.



*The song was not 'Ain't Got Time' (Sumo's Roller Disco Mix) by Agent Sumo, it was Humoresque by Dvorak.