I was a Bozo too...

In a former life, I used to talk on the CB radio. One of my CB friends worked for an electronics company and his other hobby was listening to people talk on scanners. Typically it's companies that are licensed to work on assigned frequencies (channels) with 2-way radios. It could be an air conditioning company dispatch in communication with their service trucks. Not much talking, it's there for business.
What a scanner does is quickly search up and down a selected list of channels and only stop when there is activity. There are limits as some frequencies are business and some sections/bands are only for police and emergency communication. This is where the action is. People working for TV or a newspaper listen to scanners with great intent.

The perfect example would be to hear about a shooting. Someone called the police and they dispatched an officer to the scene. A good 'scanner head' would pick up on that and make it there before the police arrive.
As they say (not really sure who 'they' is) the early bird gets the worm. Lots of things can happen seconds before the police make it to the scene.

Another thing scanners could do was pick up on signals from cordless phones. Remember those things? It didn't take long before they went to higher frequencies away from the reach of scanners. Anyway, my friend used to listen to a woman in a nearby apartment as she would talk for hours, sadly he got to know all about her personal life.

He was telling me the woman told her girlfriend about her boyfriend. He was the perfect gentleman, a really great guy, but it bored her, so she was having affairs with other men and he didn't realize it. She went on to tell her girlfriend "He's such a Bozo."

One relationship I had with a woman who came from a wealthy family often tugged me in different directions. I knew she was dating guys with money who could afford taking her on weekend trips to the islands, but she returned to me. I was the honest, reliable guy who didn't have an inflated ego, pour on cologne and have to prove to everyone around that I'm important.

Thinking of the woman who called her boyfriend a Bozo (behind his back) because he did everything right reminded me that I was a Bozo too!
Shortly after, I ended the relationship with the woman and joined an internet dating site...
My profile name was... Bozo.

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