And then they play "Let's Hear It For the Boy" over the credits!

[phamos]

I would like to state for the record that I was NOT the only one driving the streets of Madison today with my windows rolled down and my stereo cranked up. Far from it! In fact, people were busting out their summeriest cars -- I spotted a Volkswagen convertible, one of those Cameros with, like, batwing panels missing from the top/sides, and, best of all, a bigwheel Jeep Wrangler with no cover and a rack of HUGE spotlights atop the windshield. It was like a scene out of an 80s high school movie, people piling into some suburban last-day-of-summer keg party, and the preppy girl in the VW (played by either Lea Thompson or Kristy Swanson) is secretly in love with the guy from the wrong side of the tracks (Camero, wearing acid-washed jean jacket and possibly in possession of some kind of wispy facial hair), so he and her fratty boombatty boyfriend (Wrangler) are going to RUMBLE. This fight may or may not be set to the strains of "Separate Ways" by Journey.

ANYWHOO, it's very lovely out. However, I have noticed that on days when it's nice out, it takes about twice as long for the pizza delivery guy to get here. I am having trouble coming up with a reasonable hypothesis as to why this is.

Comments

[magpiegirl.livejournal.com]

I am mad at for you getting that dreadful "let's hear it for the boy!" song stuck in my head.

I shall have my vengeance.

"Baby, I'm you're man!
Whoah-yeah!
If you're gonna do it,
do it right! (Right!)
Do it with me!
If you're gonna do it,
do it right! (Right!)
Do it with me!

[finch500.livejournal.com]

Yes, I am guilty, too, of driving with my windows down today. It was very nice.

As to the pizza delivery drivers? Hmm. Maybe since it's sunny a lot of ppl are out walking, and as we know, Madisonian pedestrians don't like to follow the rules. If the driver had to go through the University, it's all over.

R (who almost wants to run over pedestrians on some days)

[phamos818.livejournal.com]

Nah, the pizza place is on East Washington -- straight shot to my place. Unless maybe the DELIVERY GUY walked?