When a heavy metal song plays in the forest, are you still cool?

I drove to pick up dinner after work and, in a flashback to my 80?s louder-the-better listening days, I pulled into the restaurant parking lot with windows shaking from hair-metal band Whitesnake’s “Here I Go Again”. The timing was perfect with the music as I pulled into the parking space. It was a good hair day, I was wearing my cool black coat. I had that slightly unshaven devil-may-care look. I got out of the car and walked through the parking lot nodding my head to the tune still echoing in my ears. It was one of those rare “I’m actually really cool right now” moments. Of course, there was nobody around to see it.

I exited the restaurant with my take-out order, still feeling pretty studly. A regular midwest Miami-Vice-Era Don Johnson. This time there were people in the parking lot. Pressure. I still managed to keep the cool look as I walked to my car. I might have even swaggered a little. The cool soundtrack was still playing in my head. I got into the car and, before shutting the door, started it up. My radio, still set at I’m-too-cool-to-follow-your-rules-man volume, immediately started blaring. Oh yeah. Everybody would experience my coolness.

As plastic-pop-diva Cher’s “Do You Believe in Love” washed out over the parking lot, I’m sure the horrified look on my face as my hand shot out to turn off the radio and smashed into my two bags of takeout food showed them all exactly how cool I really was.

"Radio," I thought to myself, "you are not my friend."

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Thanks to +Kathy Morlock for her earlier post (http://goo.gl/Mgq30) that reminded me of this story. Happened to me back in 2006. Painfully true. 😉

"Evil Radio" graphic from http://www.abbygabs.com/2011/07/conversations-with-my-husband-what.html

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