I had to foray into Orange County today, the holidays are over and it's back to a quasi-normal life (as if I knew what a normal life is). Today I had to go to an outpatient imaging center for a regular ultrasound (no I'm not pregnant), I'm thirsty, and haven't ate or drank anything since midnight, their silly rules, not mine and my appt is for 11:00 am. My CD player in my car is being temperamental, I don't know if it's the removable face or what but it lashes the words "See You" at me (it's so fucking polite when it puts me on a time-out) and turns itself off, I swerve over the bumpy things on the shoulder, sometimes a curb check brings it back. Okay an hour drive on the highway with no tunes. lovely. So of course what do I do? Start messing with the cd player, faceplate on, faceplate off. Eject CD, put different CD in. Almost miss my exit. SWERVE. Check rearview mirror for cops and angry drivers, clear. Fuck the tunes. I just drive, not a meaningful thought in my head, just driving, at some point I take a look at an intersection sign to make sure I am still on the right road. I'm ok, I get back into zoning out and yep, the CD player decides it's ready to join the world of the living. And yes the volume was up on high and the bass button on Loud. Scares the living hell at me. Luckily, I remain in control of the vehicle. It was blaring this song at me:
Turn Your Lights On
Carlos Santana featuring Everlast
Album: Supernatural
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I do stuff like that all the time ... it's a miracle no one (like me) gets killed.
Holy cow.
It's usually the kids blaring in my big rig .. when I am alone the silence actually freaks me out!
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