Yesterday on my daily MUNI ride back to the Richmond after work, I heard a nearby car blaring Justin Timberlake’s “Rock Your Body.” I happened to look over to see who would be pumping the melodic pop tunes of a former Mouseketeer, when I saw a crazy sight for the second time this month.
JT’s club classic banger was emanating from a red convertible Corvette. Behind the wheel was an overweight, balding, 40-something dude smoking a cigar and nodding his head back and forth to the beat like he was a bobblehead. The image made me chuckle to myself. Then the guy reaches over and starts caressing the neck of the woman sitting shotgun. Obviously, I had to get a glimpse of the co-pilot and noticed that the lass sitting there was a young, attractive woman likely in her 20’s wearing a fancy dress; she gave the driver a bit of a smile when the neck massage began.
Craziness! This was like Staples Center all over again--an old fat dude rolling with a hottie that is way out his league. The only difference was that the guy in the Corvette was more like a Tony Soprano-type, which I guess some women find attractive. I’m sure this phenomenon is not unique, Kanye West even has a song about it, but for some reason its always jarring to see. Kind of like when you see a three-legged dog or pictures of Britney Spears circa 2007.
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That song works wonders. I play it when I'm taking girls out in my convertible subway car.
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