I am kid 2 us driving to school. We stop at the Kwik-E-Mart for a beverage and some cash. We hop back in the car. As the car starts, from somewhere, the first few bars of this…
start blasting. However, the radio is off (because: kid driving). WTH? Where’s that music from?
Kid 2: Dad, that’s you.
Yep. It’s me. Pandora is playing. In my pants.
Karma: Only because that is where the phone is.
So, I am at a loss. Is it an impossible pocket dial? A poltergeist? The
Thought Police NSA being cute?
Winston Smith: [observing the Prole woman from their hideaway] The future is hers… we are the dead…
Julia: We are the dead…
Big Brother: [voice] YOU ARE THE DEAD!
Was it Oprah, being all Dr. Phil about my life?