hallandoatbran

I worked at a dusty old radio station. We played dusty old country music, and the dusty old transmitter was only 3 feet from the dusty old broadcast booth... which might explain why I glow at night. Well, in an effort to make my working environment a better place, I took it upon myself to make my station a little less dusty. With Pledge in hand, I started cleaning.

Things were going as planned till I moved the old reel to reel tape player and noticed a small box... it was about the size of a garage door opener, and it had one giant button. It was also covered in a layer of topsoil. I cleaned it up, being ever watchful of that button.. the button that screamed to me, "PUSH ME. PUSH ME. YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO."

I ignored it and finished cleaning the studio. From behind the tape player, I could hear it calling... "PUSH ME. PUSH ME."

So I did. Just once, and quickly. It made a "CHSSHHHH" sound. It was a familiar sound. It was the sound made when you let off the button of your CB! It was a TOY!

"Shepard to lost sheep, Shepard to lost sheep, you got your ears on?" CHSSHHHH.

"This is dirty bird, any Smokeys on the I 90, comeonback?" CHSSHHHH.

And I played for about five minutes. Till the phone rang.

"KCJB."

"Yes, this is the police department. Someone is playing with the emergency call box up at the station..."

Poop.

"Oh really? Hmmm.."

"Yeah... something about lost sheep and dirty birds.. the dispatcher is getting really irritated... You don't know who's doing it, do you?"

"No... but I'll go find out and put a stop to it, officer. Thanks for your time."

"Ok... Shepard."

Why would they NOT LABEL THE THING!?!?!? That's what I want to know.....