Teach your children

On this morning's drive to work, the classic rock jocks Bo & Jim were talking on the phone with a hapless young woman named Candy,  a 'dancer', who'd had the misfortune to awaken this morning at a 'client's' home, sans cellphone, after the homeowner had left for work.

As she told the story, she said had not engaged in any 'hanky-panky' with the customer from her establishment (which she declined to name, other than that it was on or near Northwest Highway), but had left the business with a group of people as the party moved to a residence, and had had a bit to drink.

At 7:45 this morning, she was still a bit inebriated, and had a few minutes earlier (sometime before I tuned in), called the radio DJs to request conveyance back to her apartment.  Unfortunately, she didn't know where she was.

The jocks had a great time with this, of course, telling her to go outside the home and find a street sign (she was on the residence's cordless phone).  She gave the house number, but was a bit meek about venturing farther afield, citing her, uh, wardrobe situation.  And she several times expressed chagrin that she'd left her cellphone at the club.

Yeah, I've heard of gals working their way through med or law school working as 'dancers', though I expect one would be hard pressed to really find a doctor or lawyer who did that. And I'm sure you can make up your own joke here that she's pursuing a graduate degree at SMU's business school.

It wasn't immediately clear why the woman called a radio station to find her way home, if she ever ascertained her location (I had to go into the office and couldn't continue listening), or even if the whole thing was a put on.  But as the story wore on, I did have the thought of  "this is someone's daughter/sister", and the disappointment they would feel if they were listening to the broadcast phone conversation.