“One Little Hour”

I work as a bank teller. My current branch keeps the radio behind the teller line tuned to a Philly station that plays everything from golden oldies to current hits. While the playlist is rather unpredictable, I can guarantee that the song on the air will be unspeakably raunchy whenever Sister Paul from a local Catholic college comes in to do her banking.

Visualize a eighty year old, little nun in full habit walking in to the ode “Dont Cha Wish Your Girlfriend Was Hot Like Me?”

I’ve been so subsumed by popular culture in Philly that it takes the most incongruous combinations to make me self-conscious anymore. We sure ain’t in Greenville anymore, Toto!