Blackmail and Sinismoglio
That awful feeling that the DJ is going to play that stupid song for the two hundredth time today
Janice, be a dear and transcribe this piece out, please? And check to see if “Anaphoric Prosmonia” is taken as a clinical diagnosis? Needs a proper name, not that drivel the client babbled about. This could make me rich! No, I mean it could make US rich, of course! What do you mean you're putting this conversation in the official transcript too? Proof? Blackmail? Oooh, you stinker! Fine, I'll cut you in. Standard 60/40 split like usual. Yes, I'll pay you for the last time before you deliver this transcript, sheesh!
“Doc, I thought I was safe! I only turned on the radio to get my Ed Sheeran fix! Hubby'd hidden my CD collection, turned off my satellite radio subscription, I was desperate! I needed SOMETHING to get me through washing the rest of the dishes. I figure I'd get Castle on the Hill, or Bad Habits, but what came on? THAT SONG! I can't, I just can't, what are the deejays thinking with the screeching and wailing and MUSIC SHOULD NOT HAVE THAT MANY TRIPLETS IN THE RHYMING PART! Why?? Well, then fine, it's finally over, and I do some dishes humming Shivers under my breath, but, but, WHAT IF THEY PLAY IT AGAIN? WHAT DO I DO, DOC? WHAT IF YOUR MUZAK STARTS PLAYING IT RIGHT NOW? WHAT IF IT'S ON THE RADIO WHEN I GET IN THE CAR? It's, it tastes like... sinismoglio! SINISMOGLIO!!” (collapses into incoherent sobbing)
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Meredith Harmon
Mix equal parts anthropologist, biologist, geologist, and artisan, stir and heat in the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country, sprinkle with a heaping pile of odd life experiences. Half-baked.
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No repeat workdays playing the best of the 80s & 90s is such a blessing in our area, lol.