“He picks us up like a needle on a record and puts us in another groove.”

I heard him.

The guy stared at me and asked me if I understood what he meant.

I said “no.”

They were making fun of him outside:

“I just.. can’t with him. I had to walk out on him.”

I snapped a picture of someone’s mean tweet because I was interested but I was only half listening at first and I missed the first part that she tweeted about.

But I’m uploading it just to demonstrate that she isn’t the biggest god damn bitch in here tonight.

I read her tweet, thought about it for a minute, went back inside, and said “Hey Rainbow?”

“Yeah?”

“God rides me like a hood rat in a stolen Camaro.”

He laughed.

I left.

And then about ten minutes later it clicked.

I went back to that bitchy meeting and raised my hand:

“God rides me like a hood rat in a stolen Camaro.”

A couple of the mean tweet crowd snickered.

I continued:

“He picked me up like a needle on a record and he put me in another groove. Fuck, that made my night.”

The chair said “mic drop!” and I left again.