Another One Bites the Dust

Brownlee likes to make fun of my…unique sense of style.  What?  You never seen someone wear Chucks before?  Ok maybe it’s not THAT unique but oftentimes I find things I really really really love.  And nobody else loves them so the company just stops making them and I have to search high and low for replacements.

One time I went to three different grocery stores looking for Grey Poupon Deli Mustard.  No, I was not pregnant.  I just really wanted a sandwich and I happened to be at 3 stores at that time.  In the search I bought 5 different mustards looking for that specific taste, to no avail.  FINALLY a Target had it, and I bought like 3.

When we go to Jamba Juice, I get a Strawberries Dreaming smoothie.  No it is not on the menu.  I don’t think it has been since 2009.  Usually they correct me and say “Strawberries Wild???” like maybe I mixed it up.  Then I walk the kid through the screens to Underground Smoothies to get to the menu.

It’s a hassle.

But Wednesday I got in the car and flipped over to 103.7.  Jack FM. It’s the adult alternative station. The one place I can hear Spoon, Mayer Hawthorne, Amy Winehouse, The Black Keys, Alabama Shakes, Florence & The Machine, the Beatles, Coldplay, etc.  The stuff I have on my iPod. It’s good for the ride to/from work.

And the song was clearly rock, and clearly something I didn’t know, and I heard something along the lines of “come back from Heaven” and I turned the channel because I was confused and I was going to miss my exit.

On the way home, I tried it again and I heard more rock, and then “dying for our sins” and I yelled “what the hell”, took a hell point, and turned on my iPod.

(a “hell point” is something maybe not exactly a sin but probably going on your Hellbound Scoreboard and I’m sure after some odd number you go straight to hell with no contest.  And you’re like “Oh come on, I didn’t even kill anyone” and they whip out this tally like “you said hell to a Christian rock song, laughed at a coworker who slipped and fell, tripped a child”.  (I may or may not have done these things) And you go…”oh. you got me.” And take your seat).

Apparently my beloved Adult Alternative went Christian Rock overnight.  Why is this allowed to happen with no fair warning?  Like I wouldn’t have been able to make a mix tape, but I would have been prepared and saved a hell point for something else.  I could have moved my presets and found a #5 alternative alternative.  Maybe move my #6 Classic Rock up a notch? (Also, why is Bon Jovi “Classic Rock”).

So I went to Google to see if maybe I just missed them on the scan.

WTF?!

Not even a trace of where they went?  Am I just going to have to hook up my phone to the auxiliary plug and Pandora it? UGH.

 

First world problems are still problems.

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7 thoughts on “Another One Bites the Dust

  1. : 1. You are hilarious.

    2. …..hell point, even more hilarious.

    3. This is why I hate radio, and because of commercials.

    THE END.

  2. FOR THE RECORD… Because I HATE RAISINS!!!!! Finding out a cookie is raisin instead of chocolate chips is something like the pre-game to the apocalypse. Also, I never got into that station before I left, but it sounds cool… It's the coolest feeling in the world if I ever happen to hear Spoon played in public… that along with the weird looks I get as I mouthed the words after excitedly yelling "Spoon!" is so worth it… wait, what was the point of my response again… Oh, yea… Comiseration.

  3. I'm so hurt. That was my ride alone radio station….now I'm stuck listening to Tristen's iPhone or Ken's BB. And you don't know WHAT kind of foolishness is on them machines. Pour out a little liquor for old school Pearl Jam 🙁

  4. At least you had it for a little while. I haven’t attempted to listen to the radio in Philadelphia in about 7 years since our adult alternative was shut down. I’ve replaced it with Ben & Jerry’s Chubby Hubby and Chex Mix Muddy Buddies. No risk of rogue raisins.

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