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Dear Whatever is Broadcasting on 87.7 FM in Cape,

Fuck you.

You cannot even begin to imagine how much rage I have at you. If I could injure you, I probably would. Every day I scream at you. Every day.

Did you know that 87.7 is the only setting at which my FM transmitter can get a clear signal? It’s true. It’s the only one, and it works all the way up to St. Louis. It’s the perfect setting.

However, in Cape, at completely random intervals, you feel the need to broadcast extremely, extremely loud screeching.

Now, I don’t know if you listen to podcasts. I do. You have to have the volume up to hear them talk sometimes. So when you blast my ears out with this screech, I get a little annoyed. When it happens again, I get more annoyed. A third time, and I want to injure someone.

Seriously, I have tried to find another station. But 87.7 is perfectly clear, except your fucking screeches. So just stop it, okay? Please, just stop it. Let me listen to my podcasts. That’s all I want. Please.

With deep, searing hatred,
poetfox

P.S. Fuck you.