Whenever I’m in traffic and REM’s, Everybody Hurts, is on the radio I’m unable to change the station. I listen to the entire song and picture the subtitles of my inner monologue…
“MOVE, MOVE, MOVE you heinous wench! If I get out of my car and smack the back of your head, will your pea-sized brain realize that your minivan comes equipped with a gas pedal?!?!”
I know, deep. Stipe would be proud.
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