Mr. Crankpants used to make fun of classical music radio announcers, because they all sounded as if they had mouths full of mashed potatoes when they spoke. “Tha’ was Car’ Phill’p Emmmummml Bachhh, perfmmmd by the Vinnnn Symmmphmy.” Pfeh. Who knew that things would only get worse?

As Mr. Crankypants was driving home this evening, he was listening to a classical radio station. A piece of music ended, and the announcer said, “That’s it for me. I’m glad we had this time together.”

He made it sound like a cheap date.

No, Mr. Mealy-mouthed Radio Announcer, “we” didn’t have time “together.” You are merely an announcer who is supposed to announce the composer, the piece, and the performer(s). Just do your job, and don’t be cute about it.