Traffic School - 10/03/2025
This week’s episode of Traffic School descended into pure caffeine-fueled pandemonium before the first ad break. Viktor Wilt opened the floodgates with a half-cup of mystery coffee (possibly half jet fuel), instantly launching Lieutenant Crain into another episode of “What in the Blue Light of Boise Did I Just Walk Into?” Within minutes, Crazy Jay materialized from the radio ether like a chaotic cryptid of Idaho talk radio, verbally slapping Crain and declaring employment as the only reason for his absence — a plot twist so shocking it momentarily united law enforcement and chaos incarnate.
From there, the show tore downhill like a shopping cart on fire: a narcotic-sniffing horse in Texas caused a suspect to flee at Mach 3, Viktor accidentally confessed to karaoke-based nudity, and a caller named Rory delivered a blistering rant about high beams, roundabouts, and Boise’s collective inability to drive in circles. The hosts reacted with existential horror and laughter, pondering if anyone in Idaho could legally operate a steering wheel.
The chaos only intensified when a “haunted hemp maze” entered the chat — a real thing, allegedly — prompting both hosts to spiral into a bizarre PSA about THC percentages, formal probation, and hemp-based ghosts. Listeners then joined the frenzy: Shar (not Star, as she aggressively clarified) called to verbally uppercut bad roundabout drivers, while another listener dropped the unforgettable one-liner: “You know someone’s too stoned when they enter their PIN into the microwave.” By this point, the show had devolved into a fever dream of law enforcement, stoner logic, and regional driving trauma.
Viktor capped off the madness by accidentally double-playing a creepy Tom Waits Halloween track, igniting workplace rage and an impromptu debate about Taylor Swift’s legality in roundabouts. The final stretch felt like caffeine noir: callers quoting traffic code like ancient prophecy while Crain laughed himself into a new blood pressure reading. Traffic School ended, as it always does — somewhere between a public safety lecture and an off-the-rails comedy séance.
