Apropos of Nothing

There it was again, that damn jingle. Bad enough that I have so many other things to try to think about. Bad enough that I have so many other things that I’m trying not to think about but this damn jingle is pushing them to the surface if it means not thinking about this cancerous tangle of artificial sentiment in particular.

There.

What was I doing?

Oh yeah, going to the post office.

Lemme just turn off the radio until I get there. Last thing I need is to be driven into road rage against someone else just because this damn thing is now everyone’s favorite video to play.

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There it was again, that damn jingle. Did it really have to invade my mind with the same hunger as this washing machine has for all of my quarters. I don’t even use cash much anymore, but I have to buy a damn roll of quarters just for this washing machine. Why didn’t I lease an apartment with interior laundry.

There.

What was I doing?

Oh yeah, setting my laundry timer.

Lemme just start another video while I’m at it. Last thing I need is to forget if I’m washing whites or colors and put the wrong bleach in at the wrong time.

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There it was again, that damn jingle. I am going to have to switch to instant tea if the sound of the spoon against the mug keeps triggering the memory of that thrice-damned rhythm that had to have been created about the same time as Johnny decided to set that fiddle to right. Maybe I should take up drumming if this is going to rattle around my head like this.

There.

What was I doing?

Oh yeah, making a mug of relaxing tea.

Lemme just add a bit of wine to it while I’m here. Last thing I need is for my nerves to be too wound up and I start looking at fiddle videos until dawn again.

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There it was again, that damn jingle. Did it really have to sneak in while I’m at the grocery store. Bad enough that I forgot to pick up the shopping list so now I have to wander the store like a bored retiree searching for the last brand of fuck all that was on sale last week. Scanning the aisles one by one hoping to recognize something that we needed to get.

There.

It stopped?

All I did was grab the… oh.

Lemme just get two of these so I won’t run out so fast next time. And mebbe bring the shopping list when I come back next time. Last thing I need is to get the jingle stuck in my head again because I keep forgetting how to spell it.

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