Damn You Natasha Bedingfield

At the risk of losing all my street cred, I have a weakness for the song "Unwritten" by Natasha Bedingfield.  I wouldn't say I like the song, or if I even like her so much (although every time I see her, I think she looks like the attractive version of what Chelsea Handler thinks she is).

But that damn song - it's everywhere.  And when I hear it, I can't help myself.  It's my kryptonite.  Yes, you could even say I lose myself in it.  No, I'm not kidding.  

Here's why I bring it up - it's Friday night, around eleven o'clock.  My wife needed throat lozenges at the l and I had to pick up a prescription at our local CVS.  So as I walk in, what is blasting over the speakers?  You guessed it - "Unwritten".  

Now, all I'm there for is my prescription and some throat lozenges.  Simple enough - in and out, quick and easy in no time at all.  Certainly not long enough for Ms. Bedingfield's aural tendrils to catch me in their grip, right?

Wrong. 

No sooner am I in the lozenge aisle that all bets are off.  I couldn't control myself and before I can grab the Ludens, I find myself dancing in the pre-choreographed routine that I've (sadly) perfected during the opening credits of "The Hills".

Now, I figure "What the hell - there's literally no one shopping here.  No will see me!"  And dance I do!  So as I start dancing through the aisles, confident in the fact that I'm the only customer in the CVS, I look up and realize...

I'm not alone.

Yeah, about 5 feet away from me are the three guys standing behind the pharmacist's counter watching me.  So of course, I try to cover and pretend like my back is sore and that's why I'm flailing my arms to and fro with reckless abandon.  But it's hopeless.  

Normally I'd run out of there, jump into bed with a pint of Ben & Jerry's and cry myself to Monday but of course, the main reason I'm there is to specifically get a prescription from these pharmacists.

But I figure, hey - we're all adults here.  They're never going to bring it up.  Hell, they'd be crazy to think I would "dancing" through their pharmacy.  How preposterous!  

So as I go up to the counter and pick up the prescription, this is the first thing out of one guy's mouth:

"It's a great time to pick these up - Friday night at 11.  When you think no one's around..."

The other two quickly stifled laughs, and I realized - I was busted.  Big time.  

But hey - screw those guys, right?  I mean, if I wanna dance around in public to that ridiculously lame song, isn't that my right!?!  Who are they to judge!?!  Screw those jerks, right!?!  RIGHT???

Ugh.  I'm an idiot. With horrible taste in music.

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[Hazard]

I've been there. Dancing embarassingly when I think no on is watching....and then I realize someone IS watching, and I run away, ashamed of myself. It's a suckish feeling, I'll tell you that.