December 17, 2004
Well nothin' I do don't seem to work…
I go out to my car this morning. Of course, I am already running late.
I notice that I have a flat tire. Really flat. Dead flat. I sigh, and go into the garage to get the bicycle pump. I eventually pump up the tire and drive away.
I take my usual route, and make the left turn onto the entrance ramp for Route 495. Too late, I realize that 495 is bumper-to-bumper. Unfortunately, at this point I can't bail and go via back roads, so I keep creeping up the entrance ramp. It takes me over 15 minutes to go ~3 miles. I get off at the next possible exit.
As I'm within striking distance of arriving at work, the Rolling Stones' 19th Nervous Breakdown comes on the radio. I start giggling and crank up the volume. The song ends when I arrive in the PharmaCo parking lot.
You better stop, look around, here it comes… here it comes… here it comes…
Here it comes. Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown.
Here comes your nineteenth nervous breakdown…