So there I am, sitting in a crowded subway surrounded by surly teenagers, when suddenly out of my pocket a little man from Minneapolis says, “Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to get through this thing called life….”
Those touch pads on the iphone don’t seem to work quite fast enough when you are desperately trying to stop your 1984 “Purple Rain” album from rockin’ the whole subway car.
I have no idea why that music started up. Normally I always have my headphones on even if there is no music playing. It’s the best way to avoid having to talk to crazy people and drunks. Unfortunately it doesn’t always work, but it stops about 20 percent of them which is an improvement.
At least it was Prince and not something more embarassing blaring out of my phone, because believe me, I’ve got a lot of strange stuff on there.