I came across a radio station on the weekend that seemed to be featuring a couple of rarities - old tyme country music (which I grew up on and pretend not to like) and something of a unique deejay. By unique, I mean, one that stammered, stuttered, generally mixed things up and said I'm sorry several times. This hapless creature did not seem capable of getting the songs she was announcing to play after she'd announce them. She would therefore subsititute another song and talk over it as it played to apologize for the mishap.
During the news and weather, she decided to insert some jokes she said she had 'left over' from the morning in between poorly read items. The 'jokes' which were actually riddles had nothing whatever to do with the news.
Her crowning achievement I think, was to announce in her most optimistic tone that the early morning fog we were experiencing was expected to dissippitate within the next little while. I'm still looking for that one in the dickshunary.
On first listen I thought she might be new or nervous. It was humourous but also a bit perplexing. After I'd had my fill of laughing at her in between song banter and antics, I thought I should as a public service track her down and fire her myself for the greater good.
Just as I was approaching her from behind, she announced that the station I had come across was completely run by volunteers. If any of the other non-hired help were as good as this dolly, I think the apt label would be voluntards.
But...being the giving soul that I am, I forgave her instantly and thought, how nice that someone in this day and age allows something so obviously not overproduced but made just for the sheer enjoyment and love of doing it to go out over the crowded and clouded airwaves.
To you, fair maiden of the corn fields -- Sah-lute!