Friday afternoon was dragging, I was pissy and anxious to get home. The weather was great, so I opened the sunroof on my 10-year-old non-profitmobile and slipped The Killers CD in the stereo.
I turned the volume up to 32, which translates to "bleeding ears" level, and hit the number for "All These Things That I Have Done."
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier,
I got soul, but I'm not a soldier
The guitar is blaring and the drums sound cool, but I'm still ruminating about my pissy day. And then I see this Mariachi Band.
Who can stay pissy when they see a Mariachi Band?
I wanted to get out and listen for a while, but realized I'd look like a buffoon, so I traveled on after sitting for a few moments at the red light.