Don’t Hurt Me

What is love, baby?

This morning on my crowded A-train to work I was squashed near a man in his late 40s. He was the classy type wearing sunglasses inside and holding a Dunkin’ Donuts cup, with a short comb-over(which was hurting more than helping. Also, never Google image the phrase comb over, especially shortly after eating).

I barely noticed him (as you can tell) and went back to reading my book. After a short time I began hearing blaring earphone music that is common on the subway. Essentially you’re riding along and someone decides that blowing their ear drums is the only social thing to do. In many cases it’s songs no one else ever wants to hear. I’m sure I have victimized people with Justin or Rhianna and the occasional Amelie.

Anyway, back to sudden musical break on the train. I realize as I’m searching for the origin of the song that it is the classy theme from Night at the Roxbury. And where was it coming from, you ask? None other than classy comb-over man. And don’t worry, he was tapping right along to the beat on his coffee cup.

No more.