I got off the bus last Wednesday morning, awkwardly and fumbling as usual. Walking up the fairly-deserted Sparks Street towards me was a well-dressed 20-something man, doubtlessly on his way to work, too.
As he approached, I suddenly heard a distinct rap beat, and I smiled, thinking -- ok, judging -- how much swagger he must have, strutting down the street at 8am on a Wednesday, with his own rap songs for everyone around him to hear. More swagger than I could ever have, that's for sure. Good for him!
He passed me by, and, a few steps later, I realized that I could still hear the beat, which had clearly resolved itself into "She's Crafty" by the Beastie Boys, a bold choice for an 8-am strut to work by anyone's standards. A few more steps, and it was still there. Wholly more disturbing than the thought that Mr. Swagger had apparently turned around and fallen into step (strut?) right behind me was the sudden sinking revelation that I was possibly...probably...definitely-and-of-course blasting Beastie Boys (albeit inadvertently) on my walk to work.
Despite the sick beats, without any swagger whatsoever, I stopped to desperately root through my bag, looking for the source of the (awesome yet embarrassing) music. People passed. ... Not my iPod...not my smartphone... not my BlackBerry... it was somehow coming from my Kindle. More people walked by me. Maybe they looked over, I don't know. My head was down, my face was red. I finally fished the Kindle out and looked at it blankly as the song continued. It's an older model, no touch screen, and an awkward keyboard, even without these anxious, sweaty hands that tried really hard to Just Make It Stop. Um... Home? Menu? Settings? Experimental? Ah! Good. By this time, the song was into its second chorus. Let me say that I've never really listened to the verses of this song before, and have happily bopped along to "She's Crafty! She's just my style!" at home and in the car, but now that I've looked them up, well, they're not exactly the most appropriate choice for my morning commute.
Anyhoo, to sum up, Humpday started with yet another slight embarrassment...again and as usual. Instead of wailing, “Why do these things happen to meeeee?” (Wise people don’t ask questions they don’t want to know the answer to), I like to think of it as a sign of personal growth and take pride in the fact that at least I am never surprised when stuff like this happens, but I am getting tired of the slow-dawning feeling of disappointment. (Not again.) I am doing better at suppressing the face palm, however.
* I've heard that some people walk around with just one device that has the same capability of my four (or that my phone can do all of those things by itself). To those people, I say: Hey, I didn't replace my GPS when it was stolen out of my car. So that's .... something? kaff