Things that happen on the metro will probably fuel 90% of this blog's content. Here is the first...
Today's offender was a white guy in his early twenties. The crime? Listening to the song "Pink Cadillac" by Bruce Springsteen. That in and of itself should be enough for him to go straight to hell but it gets worse. The real crime was that I was sitting about 10' away from him and I heard this blaring on his iPod. This isn't an uncommon experience (hearing someone else's iPod) but this was the first time the song has not been either crappy hip-hop or crappy techno.
Seriously it's Monday morning and the song you choose to blast into your skull is fucking Pink Cadillac? The Boss himself probably considers just slitting his wrists for even writing that piece of shit and you choose to blow your ear drums out in a Pink Cadillac. I don't get it.
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