pet peeve #752

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Look, Kajon Cermak, we all know that traffic in LA is chronically bad. And I’m sure that as an NPR traffic reporter, you want to liven up a dull part of drive-time programming. But do you have to be so gleeful in your expressions?

“This one’s a pack-a-snack, folks! You’ll be on the 10 for hours!”

“If you’re northbound on the 405 right now, forget it!”

“There’s a chair in the number two lane of the Foothill Freeway, and it’s tying up traffic so badly that—ugh, I don’t even want to think about it.”

“The 60 East going through downtown is an utter nightmare. We’re talking single-digit speeds.”

This probably says something unpleasant about my personality, but I kind of want Kajon Cermak to lie to me. Or to at least sugarcoat things: “The 405 is a little tight going over the Sepulveda Pass, but things will pick up soon.” Because if I’m stuck in my car, blind optimism is the best I can hope for. Although today I did actually pack a snack, and that helped.

Comments

Jamie Asaye FitzGerald said…
A perfect example of the blog as modern-day pillow book.
October 8, 2007 at 6:10 PM
Cheryl said…
I bet traffic was a bitch in ancient Japan too.
October 10, 2007 at 9:06 AM
rho said…
i like kajon. at least she doesn't drone on and on like some of the other traffic people.
chex mix bold makes for a good pack-a-snack.
October 14, 2007 at 10:48 AM
Anonymous said…
If Kajon was sitting in a car delivering the report, I'd believe she had genuine empathy with me. But I just picture her in her comfy little sound booth, sooo happy she's not one of the minions on the 10.
October 15, 2007 at 12:25 PM
Unknown said…
Cannot stand listening to Kajon! (a) Why does she need to repeat her name so many times in the span of a few hours on the air; (b) Why is she so annoyingly giddy?; (c) Just give the facts, maam, forget the other irritating banter, ugh..I just scream at the radio and go la la la la very loud...
February 13, 2008 at 5:24 PM
Sunny said…
Kajon Cermak is a talentless wanna-be. Apparently, she failed as an actress because she sucked. Traffic reporting is where her talents obviously lie...if you call what she does a talent. To quote George Harrison; "I just turn the sound down whenever she comes on and say rude things about her." Sorry KaJON...get real!
May 30, 2008 at 7:45 AM
Anonymous said…
OUCH!

An "actress", Sunny? Apparently you know Kajon and seem to have an ax to grind. Why so hostile?
May 30, 2008 at 10:04 PM
Cheryl said…
For the record, I'm only mildly annoyed at Kajon. Traffic is my real enemy.
June 2, 2008 at 11:38 AM
Anonymous said…
Sounds like Sunny isn't very sunny... sounds more cloudy. Why are you raining on Kajon Cermak' parade?
June 2, 2008 at 9:58 PM
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