I borrowed my parents' car

Today I took the subway to Etobicoke to borrow a car from my parents to go see them at the cottage tomorrow. The car I borrowed is huge and white and doesn't have a cord for an ipod (which I totally can't and am not complaining about) but what I am saying is that I was at the mercy of the radio, so I decided to see what cds were in the car.





I think what has been happening is, as we come home to borrow cars, we wander into our old rooms and the basement and grab unlabelled mix cds and take them with us in the car, just in case there is nothing on the radio. That is the only explanation for how I found myself listening to No Use for a Name at Bloor and Dovercourt in my parents' car this evening. And I was totally already singing along to it.