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Globetrotting with Push
With your host, Raji "Push" Pushparajah
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Santa Barbara's Finest
In town for the world-famous Santa Barbara Daisy Show, I managed to
get myself pickpocketed. And one just cannot be without funds when
there are so many delightful daisy cookbooks to be purchased as
stocking stuffers. So on Thursday, I made my way to the Santa Barbara
police station. I guess the criminal element must have found the Daisy
Show to be quite the stalking grounds, because the line to get into the
station stretched for many blocks.
Just as I pulled my SUV around to a back entrance and started to exit my
vehicle, I was crushed to the pavement by hundreds of entertainment
reporters who seemed to have mistaken me for someone named Michael. I
tried to explain that I had no idea what child they were talking about,
and that I was there to report something being lifted out of my pants, but
that apparently only piqued their interest. I nearly suffocated from the
numerous microphones thrust into my face, and I tried again to explain
that somebody put his hands down my pants and I wanted the rapscallion
brought down in front of me. Soon I found myself in a holding cell, where
a lawyer mentioned something about multiple charges and repeat offender,
and not a word to me about how I was to get my pocket-stuffer back.
Though the police seemed quite disappointed with my appearance when I
finally made my way inside, they soon enough took my report and escorted
me hurriedly back outside, where once again I was trampled upon by a
furious storm of reporters.
There must have been enormous interest in the Daisy Show, as I awoke
in the hospital later that night just in time to see myself over and
over on the evening news. How delightful!
(Transcribed by Slick Sharkey)
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