Pink Cadillac

pink plates, originally uploaded by McBeth.

While driving home this afternoon from a photo gig on the way to my new other job, Bruce Springsteen's song Pink Cadillac came on the radio channel I was listening to.

Now please don't mark me as unpatriotic or unAmerican or un-whatever, but Springsteen doesn't really do it for me. I've tried. I really have tried. But his groaning and moaning and poor elocution sound the same in most of his songs and at the very least, sounds the same in the Springsteen tunes I am familiar with.

Springsteen comes on ... Honey I just wonder what you do there in back of your pink Cadillac ... The hair at the nape of my neck bristled. Grr. Choices choices choices: sing along, be friendly with that which I don't feel fondly. Or. turn off the radio, which may require energy. Nope, I can't muster enough to do it. Or.

Or.
Or start chuckling in appreciation for perfect timing. Because right then a Very Successful Mary Kay lady commandeered her very big very shiny expensive car around the corner of the intersection I was waiting at.

The universe has a perversely satisfying sense of humor.