“CBS4 News this is Misty.”

“I don’t understand why you media won’t ask Obama the hard questions on why we’re still in Afghanistan.  No one wants to be there.  I want you to ask…” The caller went on with question after question.  I tried to interrupt a couple of times, but wasn’t heard. 

Finally he took a breath.  “Sir, I can’t ask these questions for you.  I…”

He cut me off, “Don’t sass me young lady.  I was talking.  I know what you can do.  You’re the media. You need to ask these questions!”

Off he went with his rant.  I knew I wouldn’t be able to get a word in edgewise.  No one specifically needed me in the newsroom.  He wasn’t cussing at me.  I resigned myself to sitting on the call.  I sighed and cradled the phone between my neck and head, but not really to my ear.

He continued.  What I heard was, “Wah, wah, wah.  Wah wah wah WAHHH. WAH WAH WAH!  You ask him or you should find another job!”  Click.

I looked at the clock as I hung up the phone and sighed again.  I had less than an hour left in my shift.  I calculated with drive time, dinner and plans with my boys until bedtime how long it would be until I would have a glass of wine.  With that glass of wine I would yet again question the sanity or the logic, lack-there-of, of those who call the station with irrational expectations and demands.