Of All the Nerve
Here it was, 10 p.m. on a Saturday night and I settle in to watch The Wanda Sykes Show on the Fox network.
Oh, no. That's not Wanda!
It's the tail-end of a NASCAR race.
I don't watch that crap; I have no idea how long 36 laps take, so I am stuck, waiting, trying not to watch, finding the Southern drawls of the race announcer extremely annoying, there's some guy named Bush in the lead...wait...am I being punked?!
For Fox to allow this crap to bleed into Wanda Sykes's time slot, well they must not know that NASCAR is pretty much the opposite of Wanda Sykes.
That means people tuning in to see Wanda will change the channel, and people watching NASCAR until it's over, when Wanda Sykes comes on they'll change it.
Their stupidity is causing me to suffer, and I hate that!