I met her in a club down in old soho

Yesterday morning I was disgusted by some stupid thing Dubya said and so snapped off NPR. Some days I just mutter at the radio and let it go at that, but I’ve had enough lately and so I turned the radio off. Then I got a grip and turned it back to another channel and decided I’d sing along instead of muttering about how stupid Dubya is.

The song Lola by the Kinks came on and there I was sitting at a traffic stop singing along when I looked in my rear view window. Crap! A co-worker was sitting in the car behind me. I dropped my head fast to avoid eye contact and then tried to nonchalantly pretend that I wasn’t just singing in the car. The light changed and the co-worker got in the other lane. He didn’t look over at me and since we were getting to the part where Ray belts out “Well I’m not the world’s most passionate guy”, I just sang along at the top of my lungs.

I got to work first and when my co-worker showed up I asked him if he had realized that person in front of him at the light had been me. He hadn’t realized and I admitted that I had been singing the song Lola and felt like an idiot because I’d been busted by someone at work. He laughed and said he hadn’t noticed because he’d been singing along too.

Now that song is still stuck in my head.

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3 Responses to I met her in a club down in old soho

  1. Amy says:

    I am always sing in my car and I sound horrible. I figure if people can chat on the phone in their cars then why can’t I sing?? Although, all I sing lately is Ray Lamontagne, Taylor Hicks and Little Memphis Blues Orchestra. What a dork.

  2. Liz says:

    I’ve got the B52′s Rock Lobster stuck in my head. Don’t ask me why. I have no clue.

  3. Frog says:

    Things could be worse. I tend to get Low Rider stuck in my head any time I see a low rider on the street.

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