“You have a very distinctive walk,” Tracy told me after I had distinctively walked from the restroom back to our table. “We were trying to figure out what song you have playing in your head, that you’re walking to.”
“Like on Ally McBeal,” I said.
“Think of something Ian will hate,” I suggested, because it’s fun and cool to irritate your friends.
“John Mayer,” Tracy said immediately, proving that she shares my philosophy. She poked Ian, who had been talking to Gene and not paying attention. “I know what song she walks to,” Tracy told him.
“It’s ‘Wonderland,’” we both said at once.
“Oh God,” he said in profound and satisfying disgust.