![]() ![]() "Thank you, sir, for your enlightened view." Of course, that sometimes opened the door to a lot of opinionated listeners. Much to her daily consternation, to expand the advertising base, Constance's boss had tagged on the show's relationship portion. ![]() That said, how had she landed the job as Mule Shoe's queen of manners? Well, the show she'd originally pitched had had more of a Martha Stewart domestic-type theme. Sounded great in theory, but when it came to the whole guy-girl thing? Her own life hadn't turned out so hot. Monday through Friday, noon to 2:30, she prided herself in tastefully providing listeners with lifestyle tips on everything from hosting the perfect dinner party to sharing the perfect relationship. She liked to think her talk radio program was progressive, but not in a vulgar, do-any-stunt-for-ratings way. How could it be Wednesday when it felt so much like Monday? Thank goodness she'd hit the censor button in time to avoid the juiciest portions of her caller's rant from hitting Mule Shoe, Oklahoma's airwaves. "My, my." Constance Price, aka Miss Manners, said with a relieved sigh. "Pardon my French, lady, but that's a load of-"īeeeeeeeep. ![]()
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