Anyway, about two weeks ago, I was driving down the street, on my way into work. Some jackass in a Mustang (ed. note: those two things are often synonymous) kept racing/weaving/darting in and out of traffic, only to still get caught at the same lights that I was.
From the junebug-green Mustang, his stereo was thumping loudly and I tried to just ignore it. But when he pulled up next to me, I was shocked. I figured it would be Snoop, Sublime, 50 Cent, etc. But no– what I thought I was hearing was something far different.
I slyly cracked the window to confirm that my ears weren’t deceiving me. And yes, there it was– unmistakeably and at top volume–
Juice Newton’s “Queen of Hearts.”
I tell you, the joker ain’t the only fool…