Radio gag-gag

There’s a radio station here that runs a no-talk triple play. Which, as the phrase suggests, is meant to be three songs without any talk in between. While the RJ stays out of it, the station, frustratingly for a grouch like me, interrupts the triple play, thrice, to tell you you’re in the middle of a no-talk triple play. These are precisely the kind of things that drive people to commit suicide or, for no apparent reason to change lanes without looking when driving at speeds upwards of 120 km/hour, thereby, committing suicide. Thankfully, I don’t drive. Yet.