Three years ago, I was a listener contestant on NPR’s Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me. This is the story of how I was a loser. Twice in one short radio program.
The challenge was simple. The panelists read three news stories. One is real. Two are false. You guess the true story correctly and win a personal outgoing voicemail message from scorekeeper and cool-voice-having Carl Kasell. Pretty sweet if you’re a nerd.
To kick things off, they get to know you. And panelist Paula Poundstone (yes, that Paula Poundstone) asks me what I do. I work in advertising. Easy.
But what do you do, she persists. And I respond plainly that I’m a writer.
The other panelists join in, laughing at me. But what do you write? They want to know. THE WORDS, PEOPLE. HOW ARE YOU NOT GETTING THIS? YOU SEE WORDS ON ADS. I WRITE THOSE.
Do you write billboards or radio commercials or what? YES ALL OF THOSE, YOU DAFT MORONS.
This was apparently blowing their minds.
It went downhill from there. Flustered from being laughed at by Paula-effing-Poundstone, I lost. And they promptly hung up on me. I was left sitting alone in my office, serenaded by a mocking dial tone of failure.
So, in this highly unscientific study of how people see advertising, I learned the following: Poundstone is a beeotch, people have no idea what we do and podcasts preserve your shame for eternity.














