‘Did I just hear somebody say “sushi”?’
The Dude and I grabbed some sushi last night. (Why is it that one ‘grabs’ sushi, I wonder?) And, as I deftly dipped a chunk of inside-out California Roll into a little dish of sodium-reduced soy sauce, I was transported back, in a rather Proustian tasting-the-madeleine-like way, to one of the very first times I ever had sushi.
It was in Chicago, back in those golden years of traveling around the country on somebody else’s dime. I was working in advertising, natch. On this radio project that involved interviewing people who had lost their money because they were silly enough to be carrying actual money instead of American Express Travelers’ Cheques.
We were using this interviewer named Alan Kalter (he got to be pretty famous as an announcer on Letterman, but, trust me, this was way before that). Anyway, Alan was in a glass-fronted room talking to a group of losers (er, people who’d lost their money) while the producer and I watched and listened and prompted him (via a tiny wireless earpiece mic) to ask certain questions, or to get the interviewee to repeat a phrase more clearly or loudly.
See, we were recording the interviews so we could piece together some ‘it-could-happen-to-you’ radio commercials. So we needed certain phrases, like ‘I lost my money’, ‘My vacation was ruined’, and, of course, ‘I wish I’d been carrying American Express Travelers’ Cheques’ to come out nice and crisp and clear.
It got to be pretty funny, watching Alan ask these ladies to repeat themselves endlessly for the sake of useable radio clips. (Yup, they were all ladies. I’m sure men must lose their vacation money too, but for some reason we weren’t interested in talking to them.)
Alan: ‘Could you say that again for me, Paula? The part about putting your purse beside you on the bus seat?’
Paula (very slowly enunciating, in a very loud voice): ‘I was going to Chula Vista. To visit my sister. I. Put. My. Purse. On the seat. Beside me! Did. You. GET that?!?‘
Alan (nursing his sore earpiece-wearing ear): ‘Yes, that was terrific. Thank you, Paula. Let’s take a break, shall we?’
Once when Alan left the booth to give his ear a break and come confer with us, we heard Paula (or maybe it was Mildred) say to the others in her group of vacation-money-losers: ‘I think it’s wonderful that Alan has this job, don’t you? Him being so hard of hearing and all. Did you notice that he’s wearing a hearing aid?’
Vacation-money-losing ladies can be so sweet.
But what about the sushi? you may ask. Along about mid-morning the first day, when we were taking a break from eliciting lost-my-money quotes, our recording-facility hostess, Marilyn, came in bearing lunch menus. (You get free lunch on these jaunts, of course). Well, our producer (hi, Annie!) waved the menus away. She had done her research, and knew that there was a sushi restaurant in the vicinity.
Now, I’m not picking on Chicago. But this was a long time ago, back when sushi-ordering was not routine, not even in New Yawk City, much less in the Midwest. At any rate, I wish I could adequately describe the look on Marilyn’s face as Annie described sushi to her. (‘Sushi! You mean you haven’t tried it? Why it’s raw fish, a Japanese delicacy. Yes, seriously. It’s delicious! And such a great sushi place you have, right here. Gosh, Marilyn. I don’t know why you don’t go there all the time.’)
Marilyn, good sport that she was, came through with the sushi. She herself, though rather squeamishly, passed around a huge platter of the stuff. We three (Alan, Annie, and I) ate till we just couldn’t eat any more. And it was, in fact, delicious. (Though, bless her, we couldn’t tempt Marilyn to give it a go.)
Cut to the next day. Poor Alan has been at it hammer and tongs all morning, squeezing usable air-quality quotes out of hapless moneyless travelers, when we start thinking about lunchtime and free food. When we catch Marilyn’s eye and ask for menus, though, she says ‘Menus? Um, Okay. But, gee. There’s still lots of sushi left over from yesterday.’
Poor Marilyn. It was her turn to see our faces get all funny. ‘I covered it with plastic wrap’, she says. ‘And I put it in the fridge.’ No dice, Marilyn. There is no such thing as ‘leftover sushi’.
More on advertising and the adventures I’ve had can be found under the tab ‘Adland Lore’. Or, if you’d like a sampling (no raw fish involved), just click on ‘The Most Fun You Can Have With Your Clothes On’ or perhaps ‘General Foods, we salute you’.
Until next week, take care and be sure to ‘just say no’ to any ‘leftover sushi’ anyone offers you.
New York City. March 2016.
36 thoughts on “Radio Days”
OK. 1. YOU’RE A BABE 2. You were brave as hell to eat sushi in its early days in the Midwest. I mean, BRAVE.
This was another excellent post. I just adore your writing.
Back at ya. 1. YOU’RE A STAR. 2. You are kind as hell to praise my writing when yours is so damned funny ?
Well, I really mean it! Your writing is so much smarter than mine! ??❤️
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Bleurgh! I’m afraid I’m like Madelyn. No sushi here fresh or Otherwise!
You are not alone, dear Ritu!
Hubby and son love it though!
Fun read! I totally agree about the leftover sushi. No such thing.
Kind of like ‘leftover salad’. Though my mother-in-law, may she rest in piece, was really into it. (Urk)
I have never tried sushi. The idea of eating raw fish doesn’t sit well with me. However, my kids have tried and they love it. Funny story! Thanks for sharing with all of us!
Oh, I’m not much of a sushi-eater either (!) I think the last time I ate raw fish was on my first date with The Dude. He picked a sushi place, and I wanted to fit in (and impress him). He ordered sashimi!!!
Did you like it?
Well. It was the One and Only Time I ever ordered it. So there’s that (!)
I honestly gasped out loud. Truly. I don’t know whether to be relieved or just a teeny bit disappointed (and then disappointed in myself, terrible person that I am) that this didn’t end in food poisoning.
(Honestly, I sort of expected it might anyway, because of my history with ordering sushi in landlocked states. You can get cheap sushi safely in Seattle, but pay a fortune to end up puking in Chicago!)
What a line! “Pay a fortune to end up puking in Chicago” And you are SO right. My sister-in-law, whom I adore, ALWAYS orders the wrong thing — like sushi in Idaho, or cocoanut shrimp in a steakhouse. But that’s another story (!) Thanks again for your reading — and your support!
“No such thing as leftover sushi” should be stitched on a pillow in every house in America. Hilarious!
Good needlepoint project. Love it!
This is such a good story! I love all your stories…but now I really want sushi. <3
Dammit, it's still hours until lunch!
Hahahahaha!!! Hope you’re able to grab some sushi soon. Just make sure it’s not ‘leftover sushi’ (!)
Nooo!! Leftover sushi is a terrible idea!
I can think of one worse idea though! There was a Chinese girl who came to work in my office in Japan. She told me that when she first got to Japan she’d take sushi home and heat it up in the microwave to make sure the fish was cooked(!!)
After a while she realised that it is much better raw, but she still always asked to have her onigiri (rice balls) heated up at the convenience store.
Anyway, I went out but the sushi place near me was closed so I had salmon carpaccio with rice and salad. Close enough! 😀
Nuked sushi (!) Now THAT takes the (rice) cake, for sure!
Love your stories, Alice! I’m not one for sushi, so I can relate to Marilyn 🙂
Hey, thanks stomperdad! The feeling is mutual. Ditto (now) for sushi. These days California Roll is about as exotic as I get (!)
Ha! Another great one, Alice!
Hey thanks, Jim! You remember those days, I’m sure! xo
I remember those Amex commercials, Alice. So you did those! Interesting that “American Express Travelers Cheques” spells checks the Canadian and English way. Don’t you love overhearing people when they think you can’t here them? Thanks, Alice. Although, I am with Marilyn – either don’t eat it or wrap it in plastic for a later time. Actually, both.
Thanks, Judy! For your comment, and for remembering those commercials. I also did some TV spots for AmEx T ‘Cheques’ (classy Canadian spelling and all). And yes, listening to people when they don’t know you’re listening is sort of fun. Tho I’m not sure I’d like it if the tables were turned. As for sushi, I don’t eat it anymore either. At least not the raw stuff anyway. It’s a (yuck) texture thing. xoxo
I am proud to know the writer who wrote so many familiar commercials and shares the stories. Eggplant in any way shape or form makes me gag. Aren’t you glad to know that?
Hah! Eggplant. What a name for a vegetable. I too avoid it at all costs, Judy. Thank you so much for chiming in. And thank you for your comment and support! xoxo
Love Alan! He was such a good sport! And there’s nothing quite like day old sushi! Thanks for sharing those memories Alice!! Your producer, Annie xox
Annn–eeee! So glad you saw this. (So glad you don’t mind me using your name!) Those were the days, huh Doll? Such fun. And yes, Alan was (and probably still is) such a good sport. I think it was on the Dove job that he commented on that woman’s earrings. Remember? He said something like ‘I bet you got those at Marshall Field’ because I had just bought some just like them. At any rate, she looked totally freaked out!
The Kalter-Man and I covered the USofA “interviewing” unsuspecting souls both on-camera and off for years (he was practically on-staff at Oglilvy in that era of “real-people” commercials).
I hardly remember where we went–those one-way glass booths all look the same. Alan is a genuine raconteur of the first order.
Yes, wasn’t Alan terrific? Such a cool guy. Annie and I used him for Dove interviews too. And you’re right about those glass booths all looking the same (!) In fact, I wasn’t sure if this story involved Dove or AmEx. As you can see, I went with the AmEx (funnier interviews, those!) Thanks for reading, and for commenting xoxoxo