The Radio Station

Everyone out there is looking for some moment of fame, I believe. And a giggling gentleman by the name of Corey received his moment of fame today. And perhaps Saturday afternoon also.

It all started with a name. Well, really, it started at the beginning of the story, so let's go there: Two friends of mine and I were stealing our own moment of local fame to interrupt an already-in-progress radio show at Kirksville's finest, KTRM, in order to hear our own voices laughing over the small niche of people who listen to Kirksville radio at 5:30pm on Saturday.

And running out of laughter and starting to look at each other awkwardly, we began to talk into our microphones about chocolate. Because who doesn't love chocolate? That kid from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory sure loved chocolate. You know the one I'm talking about...who jumped in the vat of chocolate and ate as much as he could with his little German hands? No? Well apparently neither did I since I couldn't remember his name.

So we asked our trusty listeners who this fine lederhosen boy was. And what did we have to offer in return? A chocolate date, of course! What is better than going on a date with three hot, chocolate loving ladies?

And this is where the phone rang.

"KTRM"
"Augustus Gloop" said the adolescent voice, laughter in the background.
"Oh great! So, you wanna go on a date?" I try to say in my most sarcastically sexy voice.
"...Yeah," the voice giggles with more laughter in the background.
And I start to speak again when I hear a *click* on the other line.

...Not bad enough.

So here's to you, Corey for knowing that the little German boy who swam in the vat of chocolate in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory's name was Augustus Gloop. And while I'm doing shout outs, here's to all the other adolescent boys who have called my show in the past as "Bill Murray" and "Alex Trebek." You may not have known what movies and television shows these actors have starred in, but good job finding something to do in Kirksville on all those weekends of yore.