Steve FM

Steve FM

There is a local radio station called STEVE FM. Apparently there are a chain of these radio stations, but each local station is named after a different guy. There is this DJ Steve, whose name probably isn’t Steve. He is not your typical DJ. It is all automated. You cant call in to request a call. There are no cheesy morning shows. This is the answer to the satellite radio.
Besides Steve FM, there is Steve M. He lives in Texas. Has bushy curly hair and is stuck in the hippie age. I could be negative and list all the evils of Steve, but I will not. Steve likes to tell stories. Funny outrageous stories. That is not sarcasm, they are funny the first time you hear them.
Last year when we attended his Father funeral, Steve stayed in the same Holiday Inn Express we did. We had not seen Steve in 14+ years. He still has the bushy curly hair. He still told his outrageous stories or maybe as a defense mechanism for the sadness of his fathers passing.
The first story he told is of Red Checker. That is a local fast food joint. During the summer they were advertising milk shakes for .59 cents. Picture this, four adult males in a car. They decide to get a milk shake for their Mom (aka Aunt Sister). They go thru the drive thru at Red Checkers and orders one .59cent milk shake. The voice at the other end of the intercom asked is there anything else they would like with that one milk shake. Steve was driving and was in command of the order. He said Yes four straws. So they drive around and everybody in the restaurant was staring to see what fool would want a .59cent milk shake and four straws.
After he told that story I knew the second story was coming, and I was not disappointed.
He told the table about using a fake foreign accent. Driving up thru the drive thru and ordering. When they told him how much it was, oh lets say 5.25. He starts ranting he could not pay that all he had was a $10 bill. They assured him, a $10 will cover the cost. Then he asked where he should go and they gave him instructions. They had to repeat it over and over again to dumbify it. Finally he pulls around and the attendants where hanging out the window waving their arms like a fool directing him where to go.
That’s the storey and he is sticking to it.