I was at a restaurant with some friends and found myself singing the theme song to “Keyes on Van Nuys” (a local car dealership) aloud. There was no prompt. It was just me belting “Keyes! Keyes! Keyes! Keyes on Van Nuys!” mid-conversation, like some sad little robot who’s wires had just short-circuited.
It bothers me that a part of my brain is being used to store this information instead of something more important like, you know, the last thing a relative said to me before they died. (Yes, I know I’m an asshole. I’m trying to remember, OK?)
Apparently, I’m not alone:
I call this video: “adorable child abuse”
-elisha
