To start things off, here in DC,
where the Washington Metropolitan Area
Transit Authority or will Mata warn
riders that it could take up to 60
minutes to get on trains due to 4th
of July crowds this weekend. Well,
Motta has a warning for the
fourth things could get crowded.
It says there will be fewer rail
cars available to travelers this
holiday compared to years past,
so scenes like this one after
the National Mall fireworks show
could become more packed as lines
grow longer for fewer trains.
Now I wonder why in the world they
could be fewer trains,
maybe because y'all left crab leavings
on the on the trains that we did have.
Hey, the 4th isn't for three more days in
Metro already through in the title the Towel,
I have never seen a company
give a preemptive my bad.
They already know they're going
to make everybody mad.
I don't know if that's growth or just said,
you know what I'm going to go glass
half single tracking and give them
some credit for actually trying
to get out in front of things.
Because usually I'm making fun of
things going wrong after they happen.
This time I get to crack jokes in advance.
Very considerate of you metro.
Thank you for the heads up.
Also, I will avoid you like the
plague this weekend, by the way,
let's head over to Canada
for this next story.
Still Happy Canada Day a.
The staff of the now defunct Vancouver radio
station played Rage Against the machines,
killing in the name repeatedly
for hours on end and hung up on
callers requesting other music.
Y'all know I love when people
quit and spectacular.
Fashion after the departure of multiple DJs,
the station Kiss FM has since
announced it was saying goodbye.
They really did take down the machine.
By the way,
I am picturing the station,
just asking them to stay in
the DJ's all yelling Kiss FM.
I won't do what you tell me.
Very good song by the way,
this was a soft rock station.
It brings me joy knowing that people actually
called in asking questions like yeah,
can I hear a piano man by Billy Joel
please and DJ's like no but you could shut
your mouth and hear this song forever.
I won't do what you tell me.
I actually tuned into the live stream
when it was happening by the way they
really did play killing in the name
back to back to back to back for hours
and I learned something about myself.
I learned that I can listen to that.
Song at least six times in a
row before I get tired of it.
That is the mark of a masterpiece.
By the way,
don't ask me to do that
with Drake's new album.
Let's
say A is that you Horus too much get
away. All me
a horse. You got some crabs.
Finally we are taking a trip to Denver, Co.
For this last story where the NHL
Stanley Cup was accidentally delivered
to the wrong address the day after the
Colorado Avalanche defeated the Tampa
Bay Lightning to become world champs.
Long time married couple Kit
Carbuyer and Dimitri Rudenko
weren't expecting any deliveries.
When an SUV backed into their driveway
the other day and Dimitri spied a case
that looked familiar. So he joked.
Is that a Stanley cop and he says yeah yes
he being one of the two delivery men
I said well, can I see it?
Can I touch it and he's like sure?
So the first thing I do is feel the rim
the cup was supposed to be
going to the team's captain.
But his home address was only one
digit off from Kit and Demetris.
That is wild.
I will never complain about having to
help Uber eats find my place ever again.
Alright, alright, you know what?
That's a lie I will still complain,
especially if they bring back my food half
eaten because they ate it on the metro.
But as mad as I get about having to
track down a Panini, I can't imagine
what a mix up this big must be like.
Like Kent and Dimitri reacted
like I would have.
I would have taken pictures and video
for the grand before I returned it.
Please, that's if I returned it.
What the Stanley.
What ohh no, no,
no you ain't no Stanley's over here.
Yeah,
we ain't got no Stanley Cups no no Stanley,
two cheese we don't got no flat
Stanleys no Stanley from the office
no Stanley Ipkiss from the mass no
Grandpa Stanley from give me a break no.
Stanley, Kowalski no Morgan Stanley and
definitely no Stan Lee none of them.
I'm just saying if I knew a hockey
player lived across the street,
I would.
I would definitely return that
thing immediately because they
get to fight on the job.
You know how good you get with hands
when you get to fight on the job?
What do you think they would do to me?
I refuse to find out.
By the way. My favorite story.
I love the Stanley Cup mix up,
but it's got to be the radio station.
Quitting and playing a protest
song on repeat on the way out.
That is my kind of petty chefs kissing.
For the record,
if I had to pick any song to
quit my job to it is definitely.
Forget you by Cee Lo Green.