Last night my employer aired four national food programs interspersed with short pieces about local restaurants, and we encouraged viewers to tweet along with the shows (on food-related topics). We broadcast some of the tweets on the bottom of the TV screen during the four+ hours of programming, which was a nice technological leap for your local PBS station. Though most of the twitterers behaved, there were a couple of tweets that were inappropriate for our viewing audience. For instance, one guy talked about having some great ice cream at a place called Sum Yun Gai. My coworkers didn’t see anything wrong with that tweet until I said it out loud for them. Which just goes to show you that you should always have someone with the sense of humor of a 12-year-old boy on hand when dealing with the general public.
Obviously that guy’s tweet didn’t make it on the air. Another tweet that wasn’t broadcast was one of mine: “I’m entirely too immature to watch The Hot Dog Show with coworkers.” Every other word on the program was making me laugh (I was also really tired at that point). It was “12-inch wieners” here and “hot sweet buns” there. I’m sure the master control guy, whom I’d never met before, thought I was mentally unstable. A grown ass woman giggling about something that really shouldn’t be funny once you’re old enough to vote. But come on. Wieners! The word alone is funny. When you add “hot, steamy and 12-inch,” forget about it.
It was a very late night last night and an early morning today as the president of PBS is here for a visit. We had a meeting with her this morning that culminated in one of my coworkers suggesting I share the Sum Yun Gai story. Even I knew that wasn’t really appropriate for the meeting (and I’m often the queen of the inappropriate – sometimes on purpose, sometimes not), but everyone was looking at me so I had to share the story. Our guest sort of cocked her head to the side like a dog hearing a high-pitched whistle, there were crickets, a sprinkling of laughs, and then the meeting ended.