Once the radiophile becomes infected with the radio bug and embarks upon his foolish quest for Radio Uber Alles, he will inevitably pique the concern of his wife who will begin to grow leery of her husband’s compulsion to amass more radios than their house can accommodate. Soon the wife’s concern will grow into outright hostility and she will forbid her husband from buying any more radios. And to make sure he does not stimulate his radio appetite, she will even ban him from going on radio websites such as this one.
At this point the husband will have to how to be surreptitious in all his radio dealings. For to be surreptitious means to engage in stealth and secrecy. Behind his wife’s back, the radiophile will make clandestine radio purchases, selling old ones as new ones come in, and hope that this equilibrium keeps his wife off guard.
Unable to hide his radios at home, he may have to take several to work or put them in his “work den,” where he toils in secrecy under the guise of working on a car, a lawnmower, or a hand-crafted piece of baby furniture.
In the end his ruse will be exposed and revealed as an interminable radiophile, this crazed man will need to enter an intervention complete with a 12-Step Program.
With no nicotine patch or the like, this sad radiophile will inhale the cardboard boxes that housed his vintage radio purchases from eBay until he is sufficiently assuaged.
So true my friend, so true! I haven't reached the last phase yet, although I am not far from it!
Posted by: Ante | July 13, 2009 at 11:02 AM
Geez, sounds like that fellow needs to rummage through wifey's purse and get those two little things back for his own self.
Klangbox Uber Alles!
Where the hell is an umlaut when you need one?
Posted by: Mike W | July 13, 2009 at 04:52 PM