The CD player at the store is busted, so I've been listening to the radio.
The public station dedicates Tuesday to the Board of Supervisors meeting, which means an all-day gab-fest about nothing interesting.
So I dial around.
The college station is playing some sort of unlistanable noise. I mean that literally- it isn't some newfangled genre like 'punk' grating on the ears of an old man, it sounds like a Casio keyboard & a chainsaw had a baby via C-section, and the baby turned out to be a hungry alien and it started eating the delivering physician from the knees up.
Next up is a country station- BZZZT.
Mariachi music- BZZZT.
A cheesy DJ promising me something new from Nickelback- BZZZZT.
And back to the Board of Supervisors, which on the whole seems to be the lesser of several evils.
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