The dead air nightmare...

In the life of every radio person, few things strike fear into a heart like dead air. This is why I must have the radio on in the car. A close second to this torment is being locked out of the radio station with no cell phone. I came upstairs, left my purse, told Bob I had to run back down for my headphones, he said cool, he was gonna go back to production, and I took off. I got the phones out of my car, and when I got back to the door, I realized I had no card key. For about a minute and a half I stood out there, jingling my keys and reflecting on my cognitive therapy back at Warm Springs after brain surgery.
"I know I have problem-solving skills....now what are they?"
I jumped in my car and sped over to the gas station nearby, quickly explained the emergency and used their phone to call Bob on his cell. Thank God he answered. I said, "Bob, Josie. I'm at the Diamond Shamrock. I have no card key. Danger, Will Robinson." So, after picking himself up off the floor, where he fell laughing, he sent his son, Bobby, down to let me in. No dead air. Whew.