Finding my least favourite song was harder than I thought it was going to be. I thought long and hard (or as long and as hard as I should) about which I would pick.
I ended up on a song that is not necessarily bad, but it has bad memories. And thus it makes it my least favourite song. When I hear this song, I think of a day three years ago last summer…
It was a sunny, warm day, the kind of day that makes you think “beach!”. I called up two friends and before I knew it we had a plan- a day in Grand Bend. We started planning this event at 10am and by 10:20am I was in my G5. I was psyched, I was happy and enjoying the sunshine and driving around.
While I was driving around I was listening to my, now, least favourite song. At the time, I liked the song, it made me think of my dad (who likes this artist). It’s not a particularly cool song to like or to listen to. And even less cool to listen to it cranked in your G5. Cranked so loud that others can hear. But I didn’t even care about others hearing.
At a red light I was rocking out to this song (as much as one can) and something caught my eye- another driver, a guy about 20-21 years old. He was motioning for me and I rolled down the window to hear what he was saying:
“I think you’ve got something caught in your door!”
I looked down. And opened my door at the red light. And saw it. My bra. Hanging off of my t shirt. Dangling out my car door like a flipping flag.
So, whenever I hear this song I just think of my bra flapping in the breeze as a drove across town.
Therefore, I hate this song now. Forever.
“We Didn’t Start The Fire”