Currently, the collector of "Music in the Key of Z", one of the national experts on Outsider Music, is whoring himself for radio station pledges. The current pledge-whoring technique is: he's been playing Bolero in the background for the last hour and a half, and he and all the other volunteers are badly singing, with weird wa-wa effects, all the pledges. I'm waiting, WAITING, for him to sing my pledge. I'm afraid to leave my desk or check the phone, lest I miss my 22 seconds of weird fame.
Dammit, I think they scared off the volunteer that had my pledge by making her sing. A few minutes after I called in, a female came to the DJ, but they tried to make her sing, and she ran away. Grumble.