Heard at a bedside table:
My wife's 25 year old clock radio finally died, and she just purchased a cheap new one. It actually had a pretty decent giant green LED display, and she was acquainting herself with how to use this new clock radio made since Reagan's first term. After setting the time, she began checking the radio for available stations. A surprisingly strong signal came from first one and then another radio station, each broadcasting fast-paced accordians and croonings of men singing in high tenors about their amor for their damas, mujeres, and chicas.
"Well this cheap thing is defective," she snorted in frustration. "It only plays Mexican."
Labels: ain't that just always the way?, crap entertainment, Gripes, heh, stereotypes
1 Comments:
Got the same problem with the Sony clock radio I bought a few months ago to replace the one that decided to go 'night vision only' on me.
The weird thing is that where I live I'd expect to hear Chinee radio stations instead of Piolin por la Manana.
Regards,
Rabbit
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