At about 2am, shortly after I'd moved to a new apartment, the phoone rang. My roommate picked it up, and, half asleep, this is the conversation he thought he had: Voice: Hi, this is 99 KCPX. Roommate: Okay. V: We want to play a song, if that's okay. R: What? V: <name of song>. Is that okay? R: Yeah. V: Okay, bye. My roommate and I decided that either (a) it was a prank call by some friends or strangers, or (b) it was a prank call by the radio station. The next afternoon, the phone rang. I answered. Voice: Can I make a request? Me: What? Voice: Is this KCPX? Me: No. Voice: Sorry. I then looked at the letter eqivalents of our new phone number: 375-KCPX. The call at 2am had been someone trying to make a request, and my roommate had been too asleep to understand. Our phone number provided great amusement over the next two years: Me: You're caller number 99! You won! V: I did? What did I win? M: An all-expenses paid trip to Provo, Utah! V: But I'm already in Provo. M: Then it won't cost us a penny. V: Hi, can I make a request? M: Sure, go ahead. V: "I Want Your Sex" by George Michael. M: Oh, I'm sorry, but we can't play that on the radio. V: Oh. <hangs up, calls back a minute later> Can you play "Funky Cold Medina" by Ton Loc? M: I'm sorry, I can't play that on the radio, either. V: Oh. <hangs up, calls back a minute later> Can you play "Coming to America" by Niel Diamond? M: No, sorry. V: But hey, that's a good song. M: Yes, it is. But I can't play it on the radio. This isn't a radio station!
(From the "Rest" of RHF)