Our future is in their hands.

I haven’t taken a phone call like this in some time, so I thought I’d share it with whoever cares to read.

You see, once in a while, you get a supremely face-palming reminder of the state of the young kids these days.  I took the following phone call about 5 minutes ago.  This is recalled from memory, but I’m not embellishing or overexaggerating – I promise:

Me: Hey, Mix 94.1!
Caller: Hi, um, could you like, play a request or something?
M: Sure thing – what’re you looking for?
C: Could you, like,  play Katy Perry’s “Hot N’ Cold”?
M: Shouldn’t be a problem – I’ll get it in as soon as I can*.
C: Um, like… I guess like… I dunno.  Like… I mean, like… like… I dunno – I dunno what to say.  Like, could you, I guess – I dunno, could you, like, put that on sometime soon?
M: Uhhhh… yes.
C: Kaythanksbye[click]

*-Admittedly, anytime you hear this statement from almost any DJ in the nation, it means “I know we have it in [category] rotation – you’ll hear it eventually, so I’m not doing anything.”

I wish I could say I was overexaggerating, but her stammering went on for a good 20-30 seconds, easy.  Part of it was beautifully awkward, and the other part was maddening.  I half expected her to ask if she could be put on-air (the kind of question I usually get from someone of that demeanor), but she pulled a quick one on me.

Makes me chuckle a little bit, followed by a shudder of fear.  Awesome.

One last thing – via Colony of Gamers: the best freakin’ furniture commercial I’ve ever seen.  If you close your eyes, you can almost pretend it’s Mr. C Tha Slide Man, rappin’ about how it’s “just like a mini mall!”  Rad.