In which Luke gets clever at work.

Another gripe about my job at suckway (Hi, welcome to Suckway. What can I get for you?). We have satellite radio but it's special subway radio. There's like ten stations to choose from. Technically, satellite radio doesn't have advertisements or commercials because, after all, it's satellite. You're paying for it. However, this is subway radio. Every three or four songs, on comes one of, I don't know, three or four different shitty ads subway has to over. And believe me when I tell they're annoying. Holy cow. I can't stand them. They're some of the dumbest things in the world. I won't go into exact details or dialogue that's involved with them, but they drive me nuts. I had a bright idea this evening at work while I was closing. Well actually, someone else did, because when I arrived for my shift, the radio was off. I noticed it immediately and I was about to turn it on because, normally, I'd rather have music playing than just silence, even if it's awful music with even more awful ads as a companion. But this time, it donned on me- Hey! Why don't we just Not turn it on? What an Idea! What a genius thought! How clever, Luke! Surely, you Are the most clever there ever was! And so, I worked my whole shift without that godawful ------ excuse of ------ radio at that horrible ------- of a place. And thus I've survived yet another miserable shift in the trenches.