Waiting Game: A podcaster mystery

There was much to say and so little time. Billy Jasila still didn't get the answer he wanted from his interviewee. But he knew that he shouldn't press the issue with someone willingly volunteering their time for free to shove a voice recorder in front of their face. He was gracious that things as a freelance podcaster went this smoothly this month. No crazy arguments or getting cussed at by folks who thought his show was lame and foolish. Billy didn't care, this was just as much his time as the guests he would wrangle week after week. Why did he do this show, he wasn't even getting paid for it. Was it for the sheer joy of independent journalism or some other high minded goal of improving society. It definetly wasn't a wrestling or movie review program, but it wasn't Masterpiece Theater either.

The interview now complete. He thanked the city council woman for her time, and began to pack his equipment back up, heading to the bus stop.

He hated waiting for the bus. A full grown man waiting for the bus. It was hot too. Too hot to wait in line for a bus that would take 45 minutes to come to this stop.

But he stood there in the sun, sweat dripping off his forehead.