This morning on the way to work I had one of those out-of-body experiences. I was parked in traffic. Every few moments traffic would move ahead 100 yards and then stop for the next light, bus or pedestrian who does not know what a cross walk looks like.
As I scanned through the radio stations I heard the first notes of Gangnam Style pulsing through my speakers like an electric jolt. A smile crossed my face and I turned it up. As the tune developed into the pulse pounding romp that it is I lost my self in a day-dream of Psy dancing around in his tuxedo and flashy shoes.
I understand about 5 words in the song, but it is fun to listen to and drew me in this morning. When the song was over I realized I had moved ahead a few blocks and had not even noticed. All that time I was in a Gangnam Style world, far far away.
Have you ever arrived at work and not remembered how you got there? It’s like waking up in the parking lot at work. I hear this story often. Today I did it for a few blocks while I was whooping it up with Psy, Gangnam Style!.
* This is an official random post brought to you by a lack of sleep and caffeine.