My evening commute is a very contemplative time for me. Unfortunately, I often waste it contemplating the wrong things. Today was an example.
As I drove home, my brain was interrupted by the traditional earworm “Escape (The Pina Colada Song)” by Rupert Holmes. I don’t have the visceral distaste for the song that many experience (and are experiencing right now, no doubt), but I do have the blessing and curse of knowing all the words to the song. Unfortunately, sometimes that means I think about the words.
Setting aside the obvious problem of their mutual attempted infidelities, consider the following:
1) They both define their mutual relationship primarily in terms of liquids (pina coladas, rain, oceans, champagne, etc.) Even their mutual appreciation of dunes is primarily driven by the exchange of bodily fluids. Continue reading