1,2, 3-4-5
when i was waiting on the bus the other day listening to my iPod, i found myself just daydreaming and people watching. a man drove up on the other side of the street in a oversized suburban truck, and stopped at the red-light. with my headphones turned up, i noticed that the man was rocking out hardcore to something, pelting his steering wheel in time with a beat, and lip-synching with conviction to whatever he listened to. curious, i turned down my headphones.
he made eye-contact with me.
i laughed.
the song?
mambo number 5.
he looked embarrassed.
mentally, i sent him everything: don't stop, man! this is your JAM!
i pumped my fist in the air to show him i was with.
he laughed, and did it too.
green light.
somewhere, lou bega jr. is proud as punch.
posted by tara d. @ 12:25 AM
4 Comments:
love it, and love car jams - sometimes you just feel it more when you are on wheels.
don't know mambo #5...so i looked for it on itunes...and found a fisher price song about 'fun with numbers'...uhh, is that the song he was rocking to? because that is friggin hilarious, or wierd.
Mambo #5?
He was right to hang his head in shame.
I shun him.
guys. that's the point.
it was MAMBO NUMBER 5!
it's awful.
just awful.
and great that he loved it right then.
Right. If it had been "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go," that would be one thing. I mean, he's only human, after all.
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