Amanda and I saw two teenaged boys take a picture of a random guy’s crappy sports car at a gas station. I commented:
“I’m surprised they didn’t want to take a picture of my [Ford Focus].
A few minutes later, “Walking on Sunshine” played at a moderate volume on the car radio as I continued to mock all the ways Amanda and I are not young or hip:
“Those hip girls were listening to some underground song about sunshine and they had side ponytails and they dyed their hair gray.”