I'm sitting in my office at the end of what has been a rather interesting day.
I came into work early to make as many phone calls and send out some emails (287 total actually). I worked all morning with little response. I decided to take a break and run to lunch at my favorite burger stand. When I returned I walked around to the other side of my car and noticed one of my hubcaps was missing.
Just one.
I have no idea where it went or what happened since I haven't exactly taken my little car off-roading recently. Nonetheless, it was gone. I then came back and started working again. I didn't get around to actually eating my burger for about an hour after I bought it. My brilliant plan of eating lunch at my desk meant that I kept getting interrupted with a million little questions. When I finally did get around to eating, I realized that half of my burger was a bit to pink for my taste. Sadly, I wrapped the remaining bites up in the foil and tossed it into the garbage can.
Hours passed and I still was having trouble getting any response. I started to feel particularly frustrated when I suddenly heard my co-worker humming the tune for "Hotel California". At some point her humming turned into singing and I found myself tapping my foot and signing along. After rummaging around on the internet I found a copy of the song and started playing it for us. We sat there with the music blasting for the whole 6 minutes. I continued digging and within a few minutes had a list of some old favorites from my childhood.
I've spent the last hour listing to some of my favorite songs from the 60s and 70s. Sure I didn't grow up when they were big hits, but they were the songs that were always playing in my dad's truck growing up.
I'm thankful for the smile that a song can bring to my face when it brings to my mind the wonderful memories of my childhood. "American Pie" is currently playing and you can bet my toes are tapping along. A lost hubcap and a million unanswered emails no longer seem quite as important.
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