Taking My Time for a Song
On my way home from work yesterday, I had to run an errand; while doing so, I noted that I had to get some air in my front driver's side tire.
My plan was to drive down Elmwood Avenue and stop at the Mxxxx station at Elmwood and Lexington, because it has an air machine that has pretty good access and is always working (for a 75-cent fee). Several blocks away, 107.7 FM The Lake decides to play one of my all-time favorite Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band Songs, "She's the One," from "Born to Run."
After turning up the volume close to 11, I realized that I was too close to my destination to hear the entire song; fortunately, I hit two traffic lights and the song was coming to a close when I pulled into the Mxxxx station. To my dismay, despite there being several empty parking spaces, there was a vehicle parked across the area where the air machine was, with no one in it or putting air in their tires.
I sat there for a moment and someone came out of the convenience store there, looked at the vehicle and then me, shrugged and went to the vehicle and finally left the spot. "She's the One" was coming down to its dramatic conclusion. Happily, all I had to do was open my window and listen to the end of the song while I pumped air into my tire.
My plan was to drive down Elmwood Avenue and stop at the Mxxxx station at Elmwood and Lexington, because it has an air machine that has pretty good access and is always working (for a 75-cent fee). Several blocks away, 107.7 FM The Lake decides to play one of my all-time favorite Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band Songs, "She's the One," from "Born to Run."
After turning up the volume close to 11, I realized that I was too close to my destination to hear the entire song; fortunately, I hit two traffic lights and the song was coming to a close when I pulled into the Mxxxx station. To my dismay, despite there being several empty parking spaces, there was a vehicle parked across the area where the air machine was, with no one in it or putting air in their tires.
I sat there for a moment and someone came out of the convenience store there, looked at the vehicle and then me, shrugged and went to the vehicle and finally left the spot. "She's the One" was coming down to its dramatic conclusion. Happily, all I had to do was open my window and listen to the end of the song while I pumped air into my tire.
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