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      "caller_type": "ai",
      "caller_name": "Earl",
      "summary": "Earl, a junkyard owner, discovered a hidden, doorless room behind his office wall containing a running mini-fridge with fresh beer, a pristine couch, and walls covered in Polaroids of unfamiliar people at various gatherings. He's been spending hours alone in the room drinking the mysteriously fresh beer, and the host theorizes it might exist in another dimension where time works differently, advising Earl to have someone watch him enter to see if he disappears from normal reality.",
      "transcript": [
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Earl, welcome to the show. What's going on in your life today, buddy? How can we help you?",
          "timestamp": 1773293625.7560089
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Am I on? Okay, yeah\u2014hey Luke, thanks for taking my call. I know it's late on a Wednesday, appreciate you staying up with us. So, uh, I run a junkyard out here, been doing it about twelve years now. Bought the place from this guy who moved to Arizona, and it's been pretty straightforward, you know\u2014people bring in their cars, I strip the parts, sell what I can.",
          "timestamp": 1773293634.0163672
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Okay, so what's on your mind? What's the problem at the junkyard?",
          "timestamp": 1773293664.362154
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Right, so\u2014three days ago, Sunday, I was in the back office trying to make room for some filing cabinets because the paperwork's been piling up. There's this wall in there, and I always figured it was just, you know, the exterior wall. But I'm knocking on it to see where I can mount some brackets, and it sounds hollow. Really hollow. So I get a sledgehammer and I start breaking through, thinking maybe there's some storage space back there or something.",
          "timestamp": 1773293672.6713831
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "All right, well that's ballsy. You just start taking a sledgehammer to your wall. What'd you find back there?",
          "timestamp": 1773293712.271279
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "A whole room, Luke. I mean a whole furnished room. There's a couch in there with the plastic still on it, like someone just bought it and never sat on it. There's a mini fridge that's plugged in and running\u2014has been this whole time, I guess. And the walls, all four walls, they're covered in Polaroids.",
          "timestamp": 1773293718.838277
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "It sounds like a loss situation. Were you able to find any other doors, any ingress or egress?",
          "timestamp": 1773293748.6228921
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "That's the thing\u2014no. There's no other door. The only way in is through the hole I made in my office wall. I walked around the outside of the building twice, checked every angle. There's no door, no window, no vent big enough for a person. It's just...",
          "timestamp": 1773293752.8853729
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "You never noticed that there was this whole other room tacked onto your building that, I mean, you couldn't see that from the outside?",
          "timestamp": 1773293782.032175
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "No, that's what I'm saying\u2014from the outside, the building looks normal. The dimensions match up. It's not like there's this obvious addition sticking out. I measured it, Luke. The room is maybe ten by twelve, but when you're outside, there's no extra footage.",
          "timestamp": 1773293787.150702
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Okay, so you found yourself a magic room that's furnished but unused. What's on the Polaroids?",
          "timestamp": 1773293815.304231
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "People. Just regular people at parties, barbecues, birthday cakes with candles. There's got to be maybe forty, fifty photos up there. Different groups, different occasions, but I don't recognize a single face.",
          "timestamp": 1773293820.960952
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "That's a unique situation you find yourself in. Did you find any interesting treasures in there? Is it just the Polaroids or was there other stuff besides a couch and some Polaroids?",
          "timestamp": 1773293850.027678
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "There's a coffee table, couple of folding chairs stacked in the corner. The mini fridge\u2014I opened it, and there's three Coors Lights in there that are still cold. Still cold, Luke. After twelve years or however long this room's been sealed up. There's a ashtray on the table, clean, never been used.",
          "timestamp": 1773293853.98435
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "All right, so you've been paying electricity on this fridge. You've got a room in there that mysteriously is invisible from the outside, and it looks like it's been unused for 12-plus years. Are you going to drink the beers?",
          "timestamp": 1773293889.019914
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "I... yeah. I already drank one last night. That's part of why I'm calling.",
          "timestamp": 1773293892.930683
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "drank a decades-old beer. How was it?",
          "timestamp": 1773293907.778068
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "That's the thing\u2014it tasted fine. Tasted like I just pulled it out of a cooler. Cold, fresh, no weird aftertaste. And I keep thinking about the other two sitting in there.",
          "timestamp": 1773293912.588643
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Okay, so what do you think about this room? What is it? Why is it there? Why was it walled off? And what are you going to do with it now?",
          "timestamp": 1773293936.8172338
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "I don't know, man. That's why I keep going back there after I close up. I sit on that couch and I look at those photos and I try to figure it out. The guy I bought the place from\u2014Jerry Hoskins\u2014he swears he never knew about it.",
          "timestamp": 1773293944.494406
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Do you think when you enter the room through the hole that you created in the wall that you also disappear, that your mask cannot be seen from outside?",
          "timestamp": 1773293974.621901
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "I... I hadn't thought about that. Jesus. I've been in there alone every time.",
          "timestamp": 1773293977.923102
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Yeah, you might want to check that out. You might have yourself a Bermuda Triangle situation going on.",
          "timestamp": 1773293994.806011
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "You think I should have someone watch me go in? See if I just... vanish from their side?",
          "timestamp": 1773293999.650901
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Yeah, man. I mean, what happens on the island happened. It all really happens. So if that mysterious room doesn't exist except when you enter it, I mean, maybe neither to you.",
          "timestamp": 1773294021.924984
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "That's... okay, that's freaking me out a little. Because I've been spending hours in there. Like last night I was in there from nine-thirty till past midnight, just sitting there drinking that beer, looking at the photos. And nobody knew where I was.",
          "timestamp": 1773294025.4195461
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Yeah, of course nobody knew where you were. You were teleported into another dimension. I think when you enter that room, you leave the bounds of physics and logic and everything stops. Like, there's no time in that room. You don't age when you're in that room. And anything that you do in that room is completely separate and isolated from the reality of the Earth.",
          "timestamp": 1773294069.535754
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Wait, so you're saying the three hours I was in there last night\u2014that might not have been three hours out here? Because I checked my watch when I left and it was after midnight, but...",
          "timestamp": 1773294073.642519
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "I mean, that's exactly what I'm saying. Did you jerk off in there?",
          "timestamp": 1773294091.7889369
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "What? No! I mean\u2014no, I've just been sitting there. Looking at the pictures. Drinking the beer.",
          "timestamp": 1773294095.583822
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "You got a secret room with a couch in another dimension and you didn't even rub one out?  How are you even talking to me?  Like, that's not human.",
          "timestamp": 1773294117.588903
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "I\u2014look, it's not like that. The whole thing's been too weird to even think about... that. I've been trying to figure out whose room it is, who these people are. There's this one photo, this barbecue scene, and there's a guy flipping burgers who looks a little like my uncle but it's not him, you know? It's like someone took my life and shifted it sideways.",
          "timestamp": 1773294121.981018
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Yeah, don't jerk off to that. That sounds depressing. I think you've stepped into like a multiverse, another dimension, and you've found a secret place, and anything that happens in there is magic. So my advice to you is to get a friend to watch as you enter the room and see what happens. Also, check your watch to see if time is moving by at the same rate that you expect it to be.",
          "timestamp": 1773294173.208978
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Okay. Yeah. I can do that. My buddy Rick, he comes by the yard most Thursdays to pick through the metal scrap. I could have him watch me go in tomorrow.",
          "timestamp": 1773294179.6634712
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    {
      "caller_type": "ai",
      "caller_name": "Candy",
      "summary": "Candy called upset about being voluntarily assigned to organize her thrift store's monthly potluck, which has resulted in food poisoning incidents and questionable dishes from coworkers. Luke advised her to simply refuse to do it and avoid eating at potlucks entirely, suggesting that if management wants a group meal, they should grill hot dogs and hamburgers instead of relying on potentially hazardous homemade dishes.",
      "transcript": [
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "You've got Candy. Candy, welcome to the show. What's going on in your life? How can we help you tonight?",
          "timestamp": 1773294212.954283
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Hey Luke. So I'm calling because I just got roped into organizing the monthly potluck at work, and I am not doing it. I'm not. These people bring food that should be considered a workplace hazard. Last week somebody brought tuna casserole that had been sitting in their car since morning, and the week before that Sharon's enchiladas put three people out with food poisoning but nobody will say anything because she's been at the thrift store for fifteen years.",
          "timestamp": 1773294218.095597
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "You have an employee potluck at a thrift store?  Like, you have enough employees to do that?  It must be a pretty big thrift store.",
          "timestamp": 1773294256.565134
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Yeah, it's one of the bigger ones in town. We've got maybe twenty people between the floor staff, the sorters in back, and the donation center crew. Management thinks the potluck builds morale or whatever, but honestly it just builds resentment because half the people don't bring anything and the other half bring stuff that's either store-bought or actively dangerous. And now they volunteered me to organize next month's without even asking if I wanted to do it. My boyfriend says just bring chips and let it go, but my friend Jackie agrees with me that this is worth pushing back on.",
          "timestamp": 1773294261.8239481
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Yeah, you don't have to push back on it. Just don't do it. That's it. That's the end of the potluck. Potlucks are the worst. They're the worst thing ever. Nobody's potato salad is fucking good, all right? I know you all think you've got the secret recipe for the best potato salad, but potato salad is gross. Everything that you see at a potluck that is in store a lot is gross. I'm not interested in anybody's potluck or trying on anybody's secret fucking family recipe for anything. They put onions and everything, and it's never a good idea.  Just don't do the potlock. If you want lunch, take everybody to McDonald's.  Shit.",
          "timestamp": 1773294339.389177
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "See, that's what I'm saying! Thank you! Nobody wants to admit that their coworker's cooking is terrible because it's supposed to be this bonding thing, but it's not bonding when you're trying to figure out if you need to call in sick the next day. And the potato salad, oh my god, there's always three different potato salads and they all have that weird warm mayo thing going on because they've been sitting out for two hours.",
          "timestamp": 1773294345.476053
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Yeah, it's gross. It's inhumane, and nobody should ever do the potluck. If you want to have that bonding situation at lunchtime with everybody, then get yourself a grill, right? You go down to the store and you buy a fucking industrial-sized box of hot dogs and make up with some hot dogs and hamburgers like normal god-fearing Americans would do.",
          "timestamp": 1773294394.0803041
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Right, exactly! Something where you can actually see it being cooked in front of you, not something that came out of someone's trunk that's been God knows where. But here's the thing, Luke, they're acting like I'm the problem for saying no to this. My manager pulled me aside today and was like \"we need someone organized to take charge\" and I said I didn't volunteer for it and she just smiled and said \"well you're perfect for it anyway.\" Like that's supposed to make it okay that they just assigned me extra work I don't get paid for. And now I'm the bad guy if I don't do it because everyone's expecting it.",
          "timestamp": 1773294399.359911
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Well, it's not really a whole lot of extra work organizing a potluck, okay?  I know it might feel that way. It might feel overwhelming with your current workload at the thrift store, but it's really not.  All you have to do is set up a table and let people bring in their crap.  But I think you should show some leadership and just flat out not do it.  Don't do your homework.  And maybe that will get the point across, that potlucks are awful, nobody wants them, and it's a waste of everybody's time.  I've been to lots and lots of potlucks, and I will not eat anything.  at a potlock unless, unless like we said there, it's cooked on a grill in front of me and it's just a  hamburger or a hot dog. Even then, I'm skeptical about it because people like to put their  spin on the hamburger. Like, ah, you got to try my secret hamburger. No, I don't want anything  that is weird or strange or different. Give me a fucking plain hamburger. Well, a cheeseburger,  but it's going to be good deli cheese. I don't want the Kraft Singles cheese on my cheeseburger. That's  wrong. Just a hot dog?  You know, you get yourself some ketchup, some mayo, maybe relish if you're feeling frisky, and call it a day.  Nobody needs chips. Nobody needs salad. Nobody needs sides.  You get a hot dog and a bottle of water and then get back to work.",
          "timestamp": 1773294520.738134
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Oh, I *wish* it was that simple. But here's the kicker\u2014if I don't organize it, they'll just assign it to someone else who'll let it slide again, and we'll end up with another Sharon Enchilada Incident. And I *cannot* live through that again. Last time, I had to listen to Karen from donations whimpering in the break room like a kicked puppy for two days straight. But also, I *hate* being the one who has to say no to this stuff because then I'm the mean one.",
          "timestamp": 1773294532.385368
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Well, you're not organizing what people bring to the potluck.  That defeats the whole purpose of the potluck.  So here's my advice for you.  Don't do it, because you don't want to support this insanity.  Just don't do it.  And then if they assign somebody else to the potluck, don't eat anything there.  And it'll just sit there on the table and rot, and people will be like,  well, I know what do you want my potato salad?  And could.",
          "timestamp": 1773294588.723134
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "You know what, you're right. I'm overthinking this. I should just tell my manager tomorrow that I'm not doing it, and if she wants a potluck she can organize it herself or find someone who actually wants to. And then when it happens, I'll just bring my own lunch from home and eat it at my desk like a normal person.",
          "timestamp": 1773294598.352247
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    {
      "caller_type": "ai",
      "caller_name": "Mitch",
      "summary": "Mitch called about mysterious interference affecting his backyard radio telescope at exactly 2:47 AM for three consecutive nights, and tried to connect it to his neighbor reporting his antenna and calling animal control on his dog. The host convinced him these were separate issues\u2014the interference was likely automated equipment from military or amateur sources, while his neighbor problems and avoidance of going home due to a dog citation were unrelated personal matters he was overthinking.",
      "transcript": [
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "We've got Mitch. Mitch, thanks for calling in. How can we help you today? What'd you have for lunch?",
          "timestamp": 1773294644.716009
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Hey Luke, appreciate you taking the call. Lunch was a gas station burrito around noon, so we're about twelve hours past that now. Listen, I've been getting this weird interference on my radio telescope setup the last three nights.",
          "timestamp": 1773294651.109426
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Okay, you're getting interference in the telescope or on the radio link.",
          "timestamp": 1773294674.962295
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "On the radio telescope itself. I built this setup in my backyard \u2014 nothing fancy, just a parabolic dish I welded together and some S D R equipment to pick up signals. Been running it for about eight months now, mostly tracking satellites, looking at Jupiter emissions, that kind of thing. But starting Sunday night, right at two forty-seven in the morning, I get this static burst that cuts out all my data for about ninety seconds.",
          "timestamp": 1773294680.0445042
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "All right. Well, that could have been, there's high solar activity right now. It could have been a little burp from the sun, one of them coronal mass injections. It could have been interference from the military playing around, ice doing their thing, the laser tracking shoot-down drone machines. Who knows? There's lots of things it could be. It could be, did you watch Pluribus? It could be a DNA sequence for a greater being that is trying to take over our consciousness.",
          "timestamp": 1773294740.745805
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Right, and I thought about the solar activity, checked the noaa charts \u2014 nothing unusual those nights. But here's the thing that's bothering me \u2014 it's the exact same time three nights in a row. Two forty-seven A M on the dot. Solar bursts don't keep a schedule like that.",
          "timestamp": 1773294746.4432151
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Yeah, neither do aliens. You know who does keep schedules like that? Humans do. That's somebody's garage door opener or the military playing some games out there doing testing. That's not anything to be concerned about if it's happening at the same exact time every day. Because time is our own concept, right? Time doesn't exist, man. It's not a real thing, man.",
          "timestamp": 1773294795.33308
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Okay, but here's where it gets weird. My neighbor \u2014 the same guy who reported my antenna to the H O A last month saying it was attracting attention \u2014 he's the one who called animal control on my dog yesterday. And my ex-wife somehow knew about the citation before I even got home to see it taped to my door.",
          "timestamp": 1773294799.747063
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        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "All right, did you ask her how she knew about that? Did she maybe prompt this guy to do it? Does she like you? Do you get along? Why are you talking to your ex-wife? There's a whole bunch of questions there. None of them seem relevant to the initial reason you called. What are you talking about, sir?",
          "timestamp": 1773294841.8967218
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "You're right, I'm connecting things that might not connect. She texted me because our daughter got scratched by the dog \u2014 she's fine, just a scratch \u2014 but the neighbor's saying my kid was teasing the dog through the fence with a stick. Which is impossible because I built that fence myself and the slats are too close together for that. But what I'm saying is, this neighbor reports my antenna, then a month later I start getting interference at the exact same time every night, and then suddenly he's calling animal control? That's a pattern.",
          "timestamp": 1773294847.072222
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "That's not a pattern. You're paranoid.",
          "timestamp": 1773294887.916169
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Maybe I am. But explain to me why the interference stops at exactly two forty-seven every time. Not two forty-six, not two forty-eight. Ninety seconds of dead signal, then it comes back clean. Three nights in a row now.",
          "timestamp": 1773294892.138479
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "I just did explain it to you. There's some military operation or somebody else's amateur hardware that's running in an automated way at that time.  That's the only explanation for exact time changes like that.  Automation, and automation is something that we, humans, do.  So if you can figure out what frequency it is, maybe you could try doing some, what are they call it, fox hunting,  and figure out where the source of the signal is coming from.  It's a radio thing, right? So those are physical waves. You can see those.  the right tools. If you really want to get into it, you can figure out what's doing that.",
          "timestamp": 1773294956.216042
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        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Alright, yeah, I could do that. I've got the equipment to triangulate if I set up at a couple different locations. But Luke, real talk \u2014 you think my neighbor could be running something that's interfering? Because the timing on all this, him reporting me and then this starting up, it just feels deliberate.",
          "timestamp": 1773294960.33485
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "No, I don't, because that would be a stupid thing to do deliberately to take out your telescope equipment for 90 minutes or however long you said it was, 90 seconds.  Like, there's no purpose to that. There's no motivation for that. It's just an annoyance.  If he was blocking the signal all the time, so you couldn't use it and you had to get rid of your antenna because he's a nimbie that doesn't want it in his backyard, maybe.  But if he's only doing it at 2.30 in the morning for a couple of seconds, no. That's not what it is.  not intentionally anyway. He might have some kind of gear that leaks radio frequencies and it's messing with you, but that's a mistake. And your dog is a completely different problem. So these are not the same thing.",
          "timestamp": 1773295033.643441
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "You're right. I'm sitting here in the tow yard office at midnight avoiding going home because of a dog citation, and I'm trying to make it into some bigger thing. The interference is probably just somebody's automated weather station or something kicking on. And my neighbor's just an asshole who doesn't like my setup. Those are two separate problems.",
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    {
      "caller_type": "ai",
      "caller_name": "Adrienne",
      "summary": "Adrienne accidentally attended a stranger's funeral after mixing up addresses on her way to her dentist's mother's service, ended up in the front row holding hands with grieving relatives, and even ugly-cried during the eulogy. The situation escalated when the deceased's daughter hugged her afterward, told her \"Mom talked about you all the time,\" and invited her to the reception, leaving Adrienne feeling guilty about disappointing the grieving family despite the host's insistence that she should just forget it happened.",
      "transcript": [
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Next up we've got Adrian. Adrian, welcome to the show. What's going on in your life? Something good, I hope.",
          "timestamp": 1773295077.7236521
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "It's Adrienne, actually. And no, not good. I just accidentally went to a stranger's funeral and now I think her family believes I was her secret best friend and I don't know if I need to send flowers or just never show my face in that part of town again.",
          "timestamp": 1773295081.2987971
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "How did you accidentally go to a stranger's funeral? You just hang out at funeral homes? You're just checking out the scene and decided to stick around for 90 minutes while people cried?",
          "timestamp": 1773295118.1899362
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "No, I got the addresses mixed up. My dentist's mom died and I was supposed to go to her service across town, but I put the wrong funeral home into my phone and didn't realize until the daughter got up there talking about her mom's forty years at the post office. And by that point I'm in the front row between two sobbing relatives who keep grabbing my hand, so what am I supposed to do? Stand up and announce I'm in the wrong funeral?",
          "timestamp": 1773295122.1586602
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "That's what I would have done. I would have been like, whoops, wrong place, got to go, and then snuck out. But I can see where you definitely got confused by two competing funerals on opposite sides of town. That happens all the time. It's a very common problem.",
          "timestamp": 1773295169.723041
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Okay, I hear the sarcasm, but I was running late because I had to cover someone's lunch at the D M V and I just clicked on the first notification and drove. I didn't even look at the name on the building until I was already inside signing the guest book. And then this very sweet older man in a cardigan asked if I wanted to sit with the family and I just said yes because I panicked. The worst part is I actually cried during the eulogy. Like, ugly cried.",
          "timestamp": 1773295177.5284522
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Okay, well here's my advice for you. Forget that it happened. You made a mistake and you don't owe the family anything and you're never going to see them again. So obviously you're in a town that's big enough to have multiple funeral homes doing funerals at the same time. So you don't really have to worry about running into them. That's my advice. This doesn't seem like something worth talking about anymore.",
          "timestamp": 1773295238.451149
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Wait, but I signed the guest book with my full name and phone number. And I took one of those little prayer cards with her picture on it. And here's the thing that's really messing with me\u2014the eulogy was genuinely beautiful. Like, this woman sounded amazing. She volunteered at an animal shelter for twenty years, she learned to play piano at sixty, her grandkids clearly adored her.",
          "timestamp": 1773295244.7290611
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Nobody cares. You can sign that guest book all day and night, and nobody's ever looking through it. That's just a thing that they do, and it sits on that little pedestal when you walk in the door to give you something to fidget with. So don't worry about that. They're not going to send you a card. You don't know them anything, and all eulogies are beautiful. That's the point of a eulogy. Okay? So I don't think it's interesting that this woman volunteered somewhere and played the piano and that her grandkids loved her. That's everything.  every grandmother. So, yeah, you have a wonderful night, okay?",
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        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "No, Luke, hold on. The daughter came up to me after and hugged me for like thirty seconds and said \"Mom talked about you all the time\" and I just froze and said \"she was special\" because what else was I supposed to say? And then she asked if I wanted to come back to the house for the reception and I said I had to work and she looked so disappointed. I feel like I broke this grieving woman's heart by not showing up to eat casseroles with her dead mom's actual friends.",
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      "caller_type": "ai",
      "caller_name": "Leon",
      "summary": "Leon called from work to share his discovery that Mrs. Pacheco, his daughter's crossing guard making $12/hour, won $340,000 at the World Series of Poker in 2009, which confused him about why she'd work such a modest job\u2014though he admitted his real anxiety stems from his own financial struggles with his girlfriend Vanessa and pressure from his disapproving mother. The host repeatedly told Leon it was none of his business and pushed him to focus on improving his own financial situation instead of obsessing over someone else's life choices.",
      "transcript": [
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Leon, welcome to the show. What's going on out there in your life tonight?",
          "timestamp": 1773295399.8707058
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Hey Luke, yeah so I'm calling from the break room at work right now, and okay so this is wild. You know Mrs. Pacheco, well not you specifically, but she's the crossing guard at my daughter's school, Desert Vista Elementary, been walking Mia to class for like two years now. Sweet lady, reflective vest, the whole thing. Anyway last month my buddy Carlos made me watch this poker documentary with him, and I'm not even into poker really but he was insistent, and there's this whole segment about the World Series of Poker from 2009, and Luke, it was her.",
          "timestamp": 1773295408.715519
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        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Well, that's great. Good for her. She's good at the poker. Everybody knows Miss Pacheco. Of course, she's the crossing guard lady that plays poker.",
          "timestamp": 1773295456.4985769
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        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "No no no, you don't understand. She won three hundred and forty thousand dollars and a bracelet. Like the actual World Series of Poker. The real deal. And now she's standing out there in the wind every morning making twelve bucks an hour helping kids cross the street.",
          "timestamp": 1773295461.8392901
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        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Well, I mean, you only saw her win. You didn't see how many times she lost or if she was staked by somebody else. Like, you got to pay taxes on that money. She's got bills and debts and a house to deal with. So, yeah, maybe she just enjoys standing out in the road in all types of weather and helping the little ones cross the street.",
          "timestamp": 1773295506.2676952
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        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Right, yeah, that's actually what she said when I brought it up to her this morning. I was dropping off Mia and I was like hey, I saw you on this documentary, congratulations on that whole thing, and she just smiled at me, like this calm smile, and said she likes the job. But that's the thing that's messing with me, because my girlfriend Vanessa thinks I shouldn't have said anything at all, like it's none of my business what happened to the money or why she's doing that job. But then my mom, who already doesn't like that me and Vanessa are living together without being married, she's all like people who gamble always lose it eventually, it's in their nature, and I'm sitting here thinking wait, is that true?",
          "timestamp": 1773295512.072958
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "I mean, in the vast majority of cases, people that play games of chance lose.  That's how most of the games are set up.  Poker's a little bit different, though.  There's a skill involved, and the people that are good at it can show wins over time.  Yeah, they're going to lose lots, but the goal is to win more times than you lose.  Maybe the top fucking 3% of poker players stay in the money for the long term.",
          "timestamp": 1773295584.566384
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        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Okay, so that makes sense, but here's what I can't figure out. She didn't seem embarrassed at all when I mentioned it. Like if I had won that kind of money and then lost it all and was working for twelve bucks an hour, I'd be mortified if someone brought it up. But she was just pleasant about it, almost like she was proud of it still. And now I'm wondering if maybe she didn't lose it, maybe she just wanted the job anyway.",
          "timestamp": 1773295591.1735418
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        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Yeah, and it's none of your business. And she won a championship. Of course she's going to be proud of that. Maybe she spent the money. It was her money to spend. That's her prerogative. Maybe she bought herself a nice house, or it's sitting in a bank account somewhere collecting interest. Maybe she opened up an account with our sponsor. Crypto, no! And lost it all to the soothing ocean sounds that they play. Who knows? But it's not important.  She's happy. She's enjoying her life and that's the important part here.",
          "timestamp": 1773295658.5628521
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        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "You're right, you're right, but okay so here's where it gets complicated. Because Vanessa is mad at me for even asking about it, like I crossed some line, but then at the same time she keeps bringing up how we need to save more money for Mia's college fund and we're barely making ends meet with my welding job and her working at the clinic. And I think maybe part of why this is bothering me is because here's someone who had all this money and chose to stand in the street, and we're over here stressing about every dollar. Does that make sense or am I just being weird about this?",
          "timestamp": 1773295665.961898
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        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "You're just being weird about this. You can't compare yourself to somebody else's life. But it sounds like maybe you could ask Miss Pacaccio or whatever the fucker name was for some poker lessons. And there you go. You can invest your incomes in your poker career. And maybe you too can win a $375,000 world series of poker tour, of which you'll probably see 200K. And then your family will all come begging like you're a millionaire when you're not.  It sounds like a curse. So I don't know. But this is none of your business.",
          "timestamp": 1773295744.110234
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Okay yeah, you're totally right, it's none of my business. But now I'm thinking about what you just said about everyone coming around begging, because that's exactly what my mom said would happen if we ever came into money, she said Vanessa's family would be all over us. Which is crazy because Vanessa's family has been nothing but nice to us, they helped us with the down payment on the trailer. And now I'm wondering if my mom is projecting something, like maybe when she was younger something happened with money in her family.",
          "timestamp": 1773295748.9754748
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        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Who knows and who cares? You're an adult. You don't have to worry about what your mother says, and you're not coming into any money, just calling radio stations about other people's lives. So get out there, and if you need more money, change your career or work harder or ask for it. Find a way. And then you can learn how to deal with people that come looking for it.",
          "timestamp": 1773295802.958233
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "You're absolutely right. I'm sitting here in the break room at two in the morning obsessing about a crossing guard's poker winnings instead of figuring out my own situation. That's ridiculous. I appreciate you calling me out on that, Luke. I needed to hear it.",
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    {
      "caller_type": "ai",
      "caller_name": "Angie",
      "summary": "Angie called back after having the birthday cake dinner with her dying mom, which went well, but her brother Derek cornered her afterward accusing her of convincing their mom to stop cancer treatment and demanding they both attend the next doctor's appointment together. Luke advised her to talk directly to her mom about what she actually wants and encouraged Angie to have real conversations about her mom's end-of-life thoughts while she still can, which Angie agreed to do the next morning.",
      "transcript": [
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Angie, welcome to the show. What's going on?",
          "timestamp": 1773295842.481654
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Hey Luke. So I went to Tucson. Had the birthday dinner with my mom and Derek.",
          "timestamp": 1773295847.916765
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Okay, you're going to have to remind me. Who are you? What was the birthday? Oh, you're the lady that your mom was dying and she wanted to have cake, right? How was the cake?",
          "timestamp": 1773295870.7420092
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Yeah, that's me. The cake was fine. I brought those relighting candles like I said I would. My mom loved that, kept blowing them out and laughing every time they came back on. Derek sat there the whole time looking at his phone.",
          "timestamp": 1773295874.0817852
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Well, that sounds perfect because you were concerned that Derek was going to be a douchebag the whole time, so that sounds like the best case scenario. And your mom's happy, and you fulfilled your obligation. So why are you calling me tonight?",
          "timestamp": 1773295908.1487858
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Because he cornered me in the driveway after. I was loading up my car and he comes out and says he needs to talk to me about mom's care. Says she told him she wants to stop treatment and he thinks I'm the one who put that idea in her head.",
          "timestamp": 1773295912.0480692
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Are you the one that put that idea in her head?",
          "timestamp": 1773295935.615087
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "No. I didn't even know she was thinking about it. She hasn't said anything to me about stopping treatment.",
          "timestamp": 1773295939.626366
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Yeah, it was probably the extreme left wing, what do they call them?  I'm trying to think of Lib Tards. Yeah, it was the Lib Tards that did it.",
          "timestamp": 1773295965.89323
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "He actually said something like that. Said the doctors are probably pushing it because of cost or some conspiracy. I told him maybe mom's just tired, Luke. She's been doing chemo for eight months.",
          "timestamp": 1773295968.977524
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Yeah, she's old. She got to see her kids have cake together. That was her last wish, and she's had enough fighting. And I think that anybody in that situation should have the agency to make that choice on their own. So if that's what she wants to do, good for her. And if your brother's pissed at you about it, then fuck him. But fuck him anyway, because he was a douchebag pretty much all the time, right?",
          "timestamp": 1773296011.1641731
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Yeah. But here's the thing. He wants me to go with him to her next appointment to talk to the doctor together. Says if we're both there we can make sure she's thinking clearly and not being influenced.",
          "timestamp": 1773296014.51581
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Well, maybe that's not such a bad idea, and you can keep him off of them, right, while she discusses her care with her doctor, as she should be allowed to do.",
          "timestamp": 1773296042.142959
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        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "I guess. I just don't want to be in a room with him and some oncologist while he accuses everyone of trying to kill our mom. And I don't know if she even wants us there. He didn't ask her, he just decided we should do it.",
          "timestamp": 1773296046.642427
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Yeah, well, you shouldn't do anything without your mom say so. She's still lucid. She's still got her faculties, and she can make those decisions on her own. If you want to go, ask your mom if she wants you to be there.",
          "timestamp": 1773296079.489865
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        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "You're right. I should just call her and ask. Not make it about Derek at all, just see what she actually wants. Because this whole thing might just be him freaking out and trying to control something he can't control.",
          "timestamp": 1773296083.3504052
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Yeah, of course it is. And if it's not, then the only way that you're going to know is by talking to your mom. And you should have that conversation anyway. She's dying. It might be one of the last conversations you have. Ask her what she's thinking. Ask her what it's like. This is an opportunity for you to understand what's going through somebody's mind in their final days or hours. And that's a gift. So if you have the opportunity to talk to her now about those important real life things, that's a great.  That's a big deal and you should take advantage of it.",
          "timestamp": 1773296140.6265018
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        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Yeah. I've been avoiding asking her anything real because I don't want to make her sad or make it about me. But you're right. She might actually want to talk about it.",
          "timestamp": 1773296144.598548
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Yeah, and if she doesn't want to talk about it, she'll let you know that.  But I would guess, and in my experience, people that are there are very much willing to explain what's going on to you, because they wish somebody had explained it to them.  And it's a special experience that you can have with somebody that's going to actually impart on you some wisdom.",
          "timestamp": 1773296183.170149
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "I'm going to call her tomorrow morning. Before work. And I'll ask if she wants me at the appointment, and I'll ask her what she's actually thinking about all of it. Not what Derek thinks she should be thinking.",
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      "caller_type": "ai",
      "caller_name": "Sal",
      "summary": "Sal called because he found his prescription oxycontin pills in his son's backpack with his name scratched off, and he's conflicted about whether to tell his ex-wife (who is two years clean from her own pill addiction) or just confront his son directly. Luke advised him to talk to his son about drugs, secure his medications properly, and avoid telling the mother this time, though Sal seemed evasive about what else he might have unsecured in his garage.",
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        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "But Sal, Sal, welcome to the show. How can we help you tonight, sir?",
          "timestamp": 1773296306.043243
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Hey Luke, yeah, so\u2014I found a pill bottle in my kid's backpack. My name was on it, but somebody scratched it off with a key or something. These are the oxy they gave me after my shoulder surgery last fall. I thought I had them put away in the garage.",
          "timestamp": 1773296309.681466
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Well, obviously, you weren't paying attention to where you put your controlled substances and your kids get a hold of them.  So whose fault is that, sir?  Hopefully you took them away from him and you're going to have a conversation about how he got them and why he had them in his backpack before you end up having that conversation at the police station or with one of his classmates that overdoses in lunch.",
          "timestamp": 1773296359.9652648
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Yeah, no, I took them\u2014I got the bottle. But here's the thing, Luke. I counted them. There's the same number that was in there when I put them away. He didn't take any. He just has them.",
          "timestamp": 1773296364.955723
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Well, he had them. You've removed them from his possession, and now you have them.  And what you're going to do with them now is put them in a secure, locked container where only you can get to them.  And you're not going to have them walking away to the schoolyard, because that is irresponsible.  And why do you have the oxies anyway if you're not taking them?  If you don't need them, they probably shouldn't be hanging around the house.  because I don't know if you've heard, but they cause problems for people.",
          "timestamp": 1773296425.386009
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "I know, I know. Look, I had the surgery in October, I used maybe half of them. I kept the rest because\u2014you never know, right?",
          "timestamp": 1773296430.7761831
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Yeah. You never know when your child is going to find them and put them in his backpack and take them to school and give them away to his friends. And you never know when those friends are going to die right there. And you never know when that's going to be your fault.",
          "timestamp": 1773296465.352803
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        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Alright, yeah, I hear you. I'll get rid of them. But that's not\u2014Luke, the real question is, do I tell his mom about this? Because she's been clean two years. She had her own thing with pills before, and if I tell her I found these in his backpack, she's going to know immediately they're mine. She's going to know I've been holding onto them.",
          "timestamp": 1773296470.719223
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Well, you were prescribed these pills and you're holding on to them because you're an adult, and you made the decision that they might be good to have around for some reason.  Should you tell the mother of your child that the child took the pills from you and then just walked around with them in his backpack for God knows how long?  I don't know. Probably not. I don't know that that would help the situation any.  What I would recommend is you should talk to your son and ask him why he told him.  took the pills, what he was doing with him and what his intentions were, and explained to him the dangers  of oxycontin and what type of opioids. And explain to him what opioids are about and have the  conversation about drugs and how they can ruin your life. And see where he's at with that.  So you talk to him and let him know that if he continues, you're going to tell his mother,  but for her own protection, you don't have to mention it this.  one time because there was no harm done. But next time, there very well could be harm done, okay?",
          "timestamp": 1773296580.0923169
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Yeah, but Luke, that's the thing. I don't think he took them to use them or sell them or whatever. I think he took them because\u2014I don't know, like insurance or something. Like he knows they're mine. He scratched my name off.",
          "timestamp": 1773296585.538731
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "And that doesn't make a whole lot of sense.  Insurance against what?  Insurance against, what, you grounding him?  You're going to be like, well, if you don't let me go play with my friends,  I'm not going to give you your important pain medication.  If that's the case, your child might be a psychopath,  and maybe you need to have a very different conversation.",
          "timestamp": 1773296631.17479
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "No, not like that. More like\u2014insurance against me. Like maybe he knows about other stuff I've got stashed. Maybe he's holding onto them so I know he knows.",
          "timestamp": 1773296634.820178
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "That is insane. But what other stuff do you have stashed, probably unsecured and available for a child to take to school?",
          "timestamp": 1773296665.815867
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "I mean, nothing like that. Just\u2014look, I've got some things in the garage. Tools, some equipment from jobs. Nothing illegal. But the kid's been going through my stuff, clearly, and I don't know what he's seen or what he thinks he knows.",
          "timestamp": 1773296669.901215
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Uh, well, you sound like a disturbed gentleman, and it sounds like maybe you're stashing some guns or drugs, or, uh, stolen Native American women, or maybe industrial, uh, weapons grade plutonium. Who knows? I don't know what's in your garage. Only you can know that. But the stuff that is, uh, important, dangerous, maybe should be locked up, perhaps in a gun,  safe. You can get one of those at Harbor Freight or at a gun safe store. And you might be interested to learn that if you buy a safe, there's no tax on that. Isn't that nice?",
          "timestamp": 1773296747.630517
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Yeah, I know about the safes. I've been meaning to get one. But Luke, you're missing what I'm asking here. Do I confront him about the pills or not?",
          "timestamp": 1773296752.211179
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "I don't believe I missed that. You never asked me if you should confront him. You asked me if you should confront his mother, to which I replied, no. And then I further elucidated that you should talk to him about drugs and how they can affect somebody's life in the long term, like a good father would. Because it seems like it's probably the time in his life where he's curious. And you might, uh,  might be able to fend off some serious issues later in life. Also, if nothing else, you can ask why he would take your pills for insurance against what exactly?",
          "timestamp": 1773296817.762489
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Alright, yeah. You're right. I need to talk to him directly. I just\u2014I've been avoiding it because I work nights most of the week, and when I am home, he's either at school or locked in his room.",
          "timestamp": 1773296821.938406
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "You see, he has the right idea with the whole locking of the room.  That's, I mean, maybe you should take a cue from your son, because he seems to understand how to protect things that he doesn't want other people to have access to.  So, I mean, this is another option that might work for you.  Instead of locking up your stuff, like your tools, you could lock up the kid, you know, and then you don't have to worry about him getting into your stuff.  Thank you.",
          "timestamp": 1773296877.81037
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Luke, come on. I'm being serious here. I get it\u2014I screwed up leaving them where he could find them.",
          "timestamp": 1773296881.771515
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Yeah, I get it too. And now you're asking me non-questions about nothing that you already know the answers to. And it's annoying me, but I'm trying to keep my demeanor chill. Because we've changed the vibe. We're listening to this Valentine's Day jazz ballad. And I think maybe you should have a conversation with your son to find out what's going on in his head and be a good dad. And that's the advice that I have for you tonight.  so you can either take it or leave it, but we're going to move on to the next collar now, okay?",
          "timestamp": 1773296937.361068
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Alright. Thanks, Luke. I appreciate it.",
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    {
      "caller_type": "ai",
      "caller_name": "Rita",
      "summary": "Rita called frustrated about her cousin throwing a third gender reveal party for the same pregnancy after Rita already attended two with gifts, while the cousin simultaneously posts on social media about being a \"struggling single mom.\" Rita feels hurt and unappreciated, especially after her distant brother sent an expensive gift that made him look like the hero while she's been providing actual hands-on help like driving her cousin to appointments, and now feels pressured to attend a third party to avoid family conflict.",
      "transcript": [
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "You've got Rita. Rita, welcome to the show. How can we help you today, Rita?",
          "timestamp": 1773296961.6686552
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Hey Luke, yeah, so my cousin just announced she's throwing her *third* gender reveal party for the same baby. Same pregnancy. I already went to two of them, brought gifts to both, and now there's a third one coming up at some rented venue in Gallup with a D J and a whole dessert bar situation.",
          "timestamp": 1773296966.075008
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Well, there's only one answer to that, and it's just don't go. You already went. That's enough. You can't have three genders. I don't think maybe you can today. I'm not really sure what the rules are currently, but as far as I know, there's two of them. And you've already taken care of both.",
          "timestamp": 1773297007.115996
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Right, exactly, that's what I'm saying. But here's the thing, she's posting on Facebook between planning these parties about being a struggling single mom, like every other day it's some post about how hard everything is, and then the next day she's picking out balloon arches and arguing with the caterer about whether they can do a taco bar. And my kid, my daughter, she asked me the other day why we never had parties like that when she was born, and I'm trying to explain to her that we did have a baby shower, we had family over, but now she thinks we didn't celebrate her properly because we didn't have three separate events with smoke cannons and professional photographers.",
          "timestamp": 1773297013.1251998
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "Well, who's to say what's celebrating properly? You did the best you could do, and that's all you can do, and you don't have to worry about what somebody else is doing.  If she wants to have three gender reveal parties, good for her. If she can give people to give her three different gifts and shower them with, I don't know, treasures, great. That's good marketing.  But you don't have to concern yourself with it, and you definitely, you don't have to go. Just don't go.",
          "timestamp": 1773297082.608734
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "You're right, I know you're right. It's just, okay, so the first party, the smoke cannon thing misfired and nobody actually saw if it was pink or blue, so she said that one didn't count. Then the second one was for her dad's side of the family because they couldn't make it to the first one. And now this third one, she's saying it's the real one, the official one, because the venue is nicer and she got a better photographer. And I'm sitting here in the break room at the casino on my shift thinking about how I'm supposed to tell her I'm not coming to this one without starting World War Three in the family.",
          "timestamp": 1773297090.436946
        },
        {
          "role": "user",
          "content": "You don't tell her anything. You just don't go. And then when she gives you a hard time about it, which she won't, because, I mean, she's doing it to collect presents. And once the presence are all accounted for, then your presence is not going to be an issue. But if she has anything to say about it, you say, yeah, I already went to two of them. That was enough.  End of call. End of discussion. Do you have anything else to talk about?",
          "timestamp": 1773297152.267353
        },
        {
          "role": "assistant",
          "content": "Well, yeah, actually, because my brother Anthony, he lives in Seattle now, he sent her a three hundred dollar stroller after the second party like that fixes everything, and now she's posting pictures of it saying how blessed she is to have family that supports her, and I'm over here thinking I brought a diaper bag and some onesies to both parties and now I look like the cheap one. And the thing is, Anthony hasn't been back to visit in four years, he doesn't call, he doesn't know what's actually going on with anybody, but he can throw money at it from Seattle and suddenly he's the hero. And I'm the one who drove her to her ultrasound appointments when her car was broken down.",
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          "role": "user",
          "content": "Clyde, welcome to the show.  What's going on, buddy?",
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          "content": "Hey Luke, appreciate you taking my call. So I just watched the senior pastor's wife at my church total a Honda Civic in the parking lot and drive off. I got her plate number right here on a receipt\u2014champagne Lexus S U V, same one she had at the potluck tonight. I know it was her because I literally saw her an hour ago. I was out there because I'd just finished leading youth group. We had a really powerful session tonight actually, the kids opened up about some heavy stuff.",
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          "role": "user",
          "content": "All right, so what are you going to do about that? You're going to rat on her or you're going to tell the police or what?",
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          "content": "Well that's the thing, right? I mean, I feel like I should tell someone. I've got the plate number, I saw the whole thing. But this is the senior pastor's wife we're talking about.",
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          "content": "Is the senior pastor's wife above the law? Is she divine? Is there any reason that she should not be held to the same standard of accountability as the rest of us?",
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          "content": "No, you're right, you're absolutely right. I mean, nobody's above the law. It's just\u2014look, I'm the youth pastor there. Pastor Mike, he's the one who brought me on three years ago. I make thirty-eight thousand a year, which is fine, I'm not complaining about the money.",
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          "content": "I don't care how much you make or what your job is.  You saw a lady total a car and then drive away, and you're wondering what to do about that.  And my suggestion to you is, first of all, since you do know her, it's go talk to her and see what that was about,  see if she even knows that she did it and give her the opportunity to take care of it herself.  If she doesn't take care of it herself, then tell the cops you saw that and give her license plate number.  And that's her own fault, okay?  There's nothing more to this conversation.",
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          "content": "You know what, you're right. I'm overthinking this. I'll go talk to her tomorrow, give her a chance to do the right thing. If she doesn't handle it, then I'll call it in.",
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          "role": "user",
          "content": "You've got Crystal. Crystal, you're going to be the last caller for our show. So I hope you got something good for us. What's going on in your life?",
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          "content": "Hey Luke. Yeah, I got something. So I'm an embalmer, right? And last week this guy comes in, I'm doing the prep work, and I find a Post-it note in his jacket pocket. It says \"Crystal \u2014 if you're reading this, I'm sorry about the thing with your mom. You deserved better.",
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          "content": "You did. I'm sorry about that thing with your mom, too.",
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          "content": "No, Luke, that's the thing. I have no idea who this guy is. Never seen him before in my life. He's seventy-two years old, name's Douglas Kemper, died of a heart attack. I asked around \u2014 nobody in my family knows a Douglas Kemper. My mom doesn't know him.",
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          "content": "No, your mom doesn't remember him because she gets around quite a bit. That's what I'm telling you. You can't really be sure who knew your mom in that way.",
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          "content": "Luke, my mom's been married to my stepdad for thirty years and before that she was with my dad. She's not getting around. She works at the D M V and goes to bed at eight thirty. This note's dated from two weeks ago \u2014 he wrote it two weeks before he died.",
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          "content": "Well, I think you're confused about your mom and who she is because I was with her last night at about 10.30.",
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          "content": "Luke, you weren't with my mom. My mom's sixty-four years old and she's got a knee replacement scheduled for next month. But here's what's really messing me up \u2014 I looked him up. Douglas Kemper. Never lived in the same town as us. Never worked anywhere near my family.",
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          "role": "user",
          "content": "Did you ever wonder how your mom wore out her knee? I don't.",
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          "content": "You're really committed to this bit. Anyway, the note says \"the thing with your mom\" like I'm supposed to know what that means. And he's apologizing to me specifically. He knew my name. He knew I'd be the one finding it.",
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          "role": "user",
          "content": "Yeah, I actually leave Post-it notes around town for you too, because I know that someday you're going to find out the truth.",
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          "content": "The truth about what, Luke? Because I'm sitting here at eleven at night eating Circle K sushi trying to figure out how a complete stranger knew I'd be the one handling his body. That's the part that's getting to me. Not whatever weird thing you're implying about my mom.",
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          "role": "user",
          "content": "Yeah, I mean, the truth about your mom and how giving she is.",
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          "content": "Luke, I don't know what you're getting at with this, but I'm telling you\u2014this guy left a note in his pocket. It was folded up real small, like he knew someone would find it. It says, *\"Crystal, I'm sorry about the thing with your mom.",
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          "content": "Yeah, well, your mom is frequently at establishments that I frequent.  She's often at the Lordsburg Gloryhole.  She's a frequent appear down at the old Amazings sex shop where she jerks off truckers in the parking lot.  And we salute her.  She gets a lot of work done.  She covers a lot of ground.  And she's been with a lot of people.  Your mom is quite a slut.",
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          "content": "Luke, my mom volunteers at the church bake sale and her idea of a wild Friday is getting the premium car wash. But fine, you want to do this bit, we can do this bit. What I'm actually asking you is\u2014do I tell her about this note? Because either this Douglas Kemper knew something real, or he was confused and thought I was someone else. And if it's real, if there actually is a \"thing with my mom\" I don't know about, do I really want to open that door?",
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          "content": "We've all opened that door, my friend, and let me tell you, it's not that tight.",
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          "content": "You know what, I'm going to take that as a no. Don't tell her. Because you're right about one thing\u2014some doors you can't close once you open them. And maybe whatever Douglas Kemper thought he needed to apologize for, it died with him.",
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          "content": "Maybe it did, I don't know, but you are right about that. Some doors you cannot close once you open them, like very similarly to your mother's legs.",
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          "content": "Alright, Luke. I appreciate the advice buried somewhere under all that. I'm going to toss the note and pretend I never saw it.",
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    "5": "Leon's calling from the welding shop break room during graveyard shift, still half-laughing about how he recognized Mrs. Pacheco\u2014the crossing guard who's been walking his daughter to school for two years\u2014from a poker documentary his buddy made him watch last month. She won $340,000 and a bracelet at the World Series of Poker in 2009, and now she's standing in a reflective vest at Desert Vista Elementary making twelve bucks an hour. He keeps starting to explain how he brought it up to her this morning, then veering off into whether it's weird that someone with that much money would want that job, then circling back to how his girlfriend thinks he should mind his own business but his mom\u2014who already doesn't approve of them living together\u2014says people who gamble always lose it all eventually. The thing is, Mrs. Pacheco didn't seem embarrassed when he mentioned it; she just smiled an It's Wednesday night, late at night. it's a weeknight \u2014 work tomorrow for most people. Early spring \u2014 wind season is starting. Dust storms possible. Recently read about the major poker tournaments scheduled for 2026, with most of the action heating up from March through summer, and it's been on their mind.",
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