He had only worked for two weeks when he was offered an all night gig at the station. He of course took the job, but when a siren called to him on the phone that she “needed him,” not after work, but now, Larry had to do some improvising.
In a genius move, he put on a half hour record and left for her house. As insurance, he left the radio on during their love escapade, but just as he and his lover were about to strike the match, the song on the radio started to skip.
Larry had to rush all the way back to fix the skipping record. “I push her off me and jump in the car, and this is Jewish masochism. I keep the radio on. Where the nights, where the nights.”