Dear personal anthems,
I am in the market.
Last week, I was walking down the street at Yucca & Cauhenga and man in a new mustang and middle-age crisis was incessantly laying on his horn. I wasn’t sure if the honking was directed at me so I ignored him and kept on my trek.
As I waited at the crosswalk for the light to change, he pulled up next to me, rolled down his window and, in the most polite voice he could muster, said “I don’t mean to bother you, but I think you are very pretty.”
I half chuckled as I looked down at my faded hoodie, old jeans and flip-flops. I wasn’t really dressed to impress, but I admired the sentiment so I politely smiled and said “Thank You.” I immediately took keen interest in the crosswalk sign across the way signaling that I did not want to proceed any further with our conversation.
Ol’ Mustang took the cue, God bless him. Instead of trying to pry for my name, age, or how much I charged for an HJ, he quietly retreated back to his driving position, rolled down all of his windows, turned his speakers to full blast (11) and, looking straight ahead, cued The Rolling Stones’ “You Can’t Always Get What You Want.”
The light changed as the chorus began and we slowly started to cross Cahuenga. “You cant always get whatcha waaant, you can’t always get whatcha waaaant,” He mirrored my speed as we descended the street in tandem. “But if you try sometimes, you just might find,” And just as Jagger started to chirp “You get what ya ne-eeeed!” He used his Built Ford Tough horsepower and sped away in what I imagine to be a pretty awesome moment in his commute.
This got me thinking: “What if this man made all of his poignant statements via popular song?” He must have the best life ever. Did Cat Stevens start playing when he had his baby boy? Did he hear Lionel Ritchie when he first fell in love? Does he cue The Baja Men when his dog runs away?
I wanna be like Mr. Mustang Crisis. I do.
So I am off to find the most suitable song for my current condition. Stay tuned for the results.
Love,
Tayler
