Music is… our safety.

01.19.08 | Comment?

This post is best understood in the context of having heard “Music Is My Hot, Hot Sex” by this group. Good luck getting it out of your head.

So the other day we were going to Zoe’s swimming lesson, and there was a warning light in the dash. Since the car is new to us, we decided to consult the manual. Joel was driving, and I was sitting in the back with Zoe. Could he pass the manual to me, please?

“Just one second.” Joel fumbles with his iPhone, trying to hook it up to play music through the car’s speakers.

Perhaps the car wasn’t going to blow up, but for all we knew, it would any second if we didn’t tend to the matter to which this light was trying to call our attention.

“What could possibly be more important than finding out what that light means?” I ask as we round an off-ramp loop rather dangerously.

After a beat, he says, “Music.”

Fair enough.

(In the interest of full disclosure, the warning light was about one or more tires having low pressure, which is to be expected after the drastic temperature drop we had the night before.)

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