Today I was walking behind a guy who was singing along to his ipod. He could actually carry a tune, so I could actually tell that he was singing along to Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar on Me.” At the time I was pretty sure these were not the actual lyrics from this 1987 song:
love is like a bomb baby, call and get it on/living like a lover with a red iphone
This was not the same guy who was singing along to Night Ranger, “It’s been twenty-five years since I threw up on the rug/I had a bad reaction,” but maybe these guys could get together for karaoke. I managed to keep walking and not engage Def Leppard Guy in conversation, which was good, because I still feel slightly bad for almost falling on the floor laughing at Night Ranger Guy. I’m not certain whether Def Leppard Guy was old enough to know better, I was afraid if I got a better look at him I wouldn’t be able to keep it together. I suspect he was, though.