Concerning explosions

Some people pause and worry to themselves, with an expression like a distracted squirrel, “Did I leave the gas on?”

Me, I’m the sort that, after just locking the car and running through the rain to the nearest door of the college, pauses, looks over my shoulder, and wonders, “Did I left my mp3 CD sitting on Therapy’s ‘Diane’ when I turned the car off, as it is my mom’s car and I’m borrowing it and I don’t know if she’s picking it up after work or I am and ooh dear, that would be a card and a half, considering her current picks in the player are the ‘O Brother Where Art Thou’ soundtrack and Paul Simon’s ‘Graceland’ album.”

…

I’m weird.

For the record, I’m pretty sure I did, but it’s effing pouring, yo.