The clip above from “WKRP in Cincinnati” is one of the funniest clips in sitcom history — clearly, the gang had not researched that turkeys do not, in fact, fly.
My day was close.
Because of a busy work schedule, I had to bow out of Thanksgiving with Donnan and his family in Sacramento. So, I worked. After returning home, I rushed upstairs to drop off my briefcase and grab Louie so he could pee. Well, I left my cell phone and keys sitting on the kitchen table. Do you know that feeling you get the moment you have a realization? Mine was when we were in the hall, I heard the door close, and felt my pockets for my keys. They weren’t there. Fuck!
We went outside and Louie did his business. That had to happen. Upon entering the building through a in-the-progress-of-closing garage door, we raced into the building and up to the apartment. I rechecked the door as if it would suddenly open. Shit!
Our neighbor is away, so the “holiday guide to living in XXX Apartments” was still tucked in the apartment # sign of his place next door. It had the phone number of the locksmith contracted by our management company. Yes! However, Louie and I went door to door knocking to find a neighbor with a phone so we could call. Guess what? No one on the 4th floor was home. So, we went to the third floor and to the apartment just under ours. I heard music. BINGO!
I knocked and they answered. After the obligatory gay moment to see how they arranged their furniture versus us (we have the same layout), my downstairs neighbor let me use his phone to call the locksmith.
“We’ll be there in 4 to 5 hours,” the guy from the locksmith told me.
I was ready to cry. I then asked to use the phone to call Debra and Teddy to tell them that I wouldn’t make it to Thanksgiving dinner. But, you know what? I am so dependent on my cell phone, I actually don’t know ANYONE’s phone number — Chad Fox has an extra set of keys to our loft but I don’t know his number by heart. Shit (again)!
I didn’t even know Donnan’s number. Wait a minute – I did. As I dialed it, his voice mail picked up. “You’ve reached Donnan…”
So I left a frantic message for him to call Debra and tell her I’d be late and to call Chad and ask if he could race down in a cab with the extra set of keys. “But you can’t call me back,” I reported. “I don’t have my cell phone.”
With a shaky voice and a tear in my eye, I announced to the apartment full of people that Thanksgiving was canceled for me and to have a good time. They did not ask me to join their festivities. Louie was scratching at the door outside. I had to go sit in the lobby and wait.
Fortunately, three new phone books had arrived for a new tenant. They make a fabulous chair. I resigned myself to the fact that I would miss Thanksgiving when my neighbor who had leant me his iPhone got off the elevator.
“Hey – the locksmith called. He has another call in the area. He’ll be here in 15 minutes!”
I was psyched. And, yes, about 40 minutes and $75 later, he let me into the loft.
And, I had Thanksgiving after all.
I just wish that the poor WKRP gang had realized that turkeys don’t fly. But, it made for a great sitcom moment!
What I do remember about WKRP was Gary Sandy’s package…