Intercom

It’s 3:30pm sharp, and the beeps ring out loud before the woman starts speaking. It’s been two minutes, and she’s still broadcasting to the entire town. Population is less than 10,000, and its Monday. I’m in the Czech Republic. Hard to say how many people might be listening. 

3:36pm and she’s still talking. 

3:37pm the closing tones. Just like the school announcements the principal used to broadcast back in the 1980s. 

I’m upstairs working and hurriedly text my Hubster who’s outside. What was she talking about?!

I can’t wait to find out. 

Who? He replies. A less than satisfying answer. Apparently he couldn’t make out the words, doesn’t care and has no idea what she said.

I’m fascinated because 1. What a small town thing and 2. It must be a remnant of Communism when the government wanted to ensure all the people heard the important ‘news.’ 

I wonder if he cared when he was small?