The oldies radio station in our area has a contest where they give listeners a buck for every bark they can elicit from their dog in a fifteen second span. They talk to the contestant (the human, not the dog) for a few seconds to find out a little about them, ask what they will be doing to get “Fido” to freak and then explain the rules…which I already have except to say they count down “4-3-2-1” before barking is to begin.
Needless to say the segment is designed to be all of two minutes tops. Everyone gets a few yucks and back to the music we go.
However, this morning the contest took a new twist.
After hearing the very understandable concept of what was expected and being asked (just as a formality) if they were ready to roll, today’s contestant asked, “Start when you say 4?”
Fifteen seconds later the dog had barked about ten times and the hosts came back on to announce to the caller that fact and say their award would be on its way. Thanks so much for playing.
But the dog kept barking. And barking.
And the contestant was nowhere to be heard.
After about another 20 seconds which included the nervous joke, “We said fifteen seconds, not fifteen minutes…” the contestant thankfully got the fact the contest might have concluded since the DJ’s were ironically now yelling for them to say something.
Ya gotta love live radio.