today the moral of the story comes before the story. and it's in the soil, goddamnit. the moral of the story is: my cd player in my car sucks it and i need a new one.
so today i'm at work making tacos like a good little taco human, and the boss human tells me to go to the store and get ten pounds of tomatoes. so i do. and i go get in my car and go to the grocery store across the street for i am lazy and don't want to cross lincoln way on foot carrying ten pounds of tomatoes.
the cd player works fine, and i'm grooving out to bright eyes - on a balance beam on the way there.
i go get the tomatoes, come out to the car, and lo and behold, the fucking thing doesn't work. the radio works fine if i pop out the tape thing that connects my little discman to the car speakers, but if i put the tape in and press play...no blissful conor obersty goodness.
i am jane's extreme hatred for shitty cd players.
and it still won't work.
i am displeased.