Ok, this is me - griping. Once upon a time, there was a familiar (annoying) voice on the radio that did local advertising. Everytime I heard "John from Rubensteins" I would run to the volume wheel with my hands covered over my ears (screaming) trying to shut out his nasally nonsense. Apparently he has switched to advertising for a certain car lot in Vancouver, and "John from Rubensteins" is just as nerve wrenching as "John from Dick Hannah". Go away, John - everyone changes the station after your first syllable. Whew, I feel better . . .
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