“He picks us up like a needle on a record and puts us in another groove.”
I heard him.
The guy stared at me and asked me if I understood what he meant.
I said “no.”
They were making fun of him outside:
“I just.. can’t with him. I had to walk out on him.”
I snapped a picture of someone’s mean tweet because I was interested but I was only half listening at first and I missed the first part that she tweeted about.
I read her tweet, thought about it for a minute, went back inside, and said “Hey Rainbow?”
“Yeah?”
“God rides me like a hood rat in a stolen Camaro.”
He laughed.
I left.
And then about ten minutes later it clicked.
I went back to that bitchy meeting and raised my hand:
“God rides me like a hood rat in a stolen Camaro.”
A couple of the mean tweet crowd snickered.
I continued:
“He picked me up like a needle on a record and he put me in another groove. Fuck, that made my night.”
The chair said “mic drop!” and I left again.