Lost... and found...

So we've been sorting out this issue of lost baggage with the school's community liaison. Basically, it is his job to have a lot of friends in important places. With those connections in place, he can easily put out any fires. Red tape seems to magically disappear.

We saw a softer side of this man on our way back to our apartment with our bags. We had been listening to his tribe's music on cassette tape. We managed to all sing along a bit, despite only one of us knowing the words. Good fun.
Abruptly, he ejects the tape and starts complimenting American music. Ok. With you so far. He opens the glove compartment (would it be called a 'glove compartment' in 105 degree weather?) and takes out another tape. Handing the case to me, I see that it is Bryan Adams "Best Ballads". Excellent. "You like Bryan Adams?" I ask. "Oh, yes, yes."

I ask him if he knows the words to sing along. "Yes, yes". Smiles all around.

He puts in the tape. I anxiously anticipate a full-blown "everything I do, I do it for you" sing-a-long....

And... "Barbara Annnnnn Oh take my haaaand... Barbara Aaaannn...."

What?!? The poor guy has no idea that he is running around embarrassing himself with a Bryan Adams case while its actually a lesser-embarrassing Beach Boys tape.

To be honest, with my bags in hand, it really didn't matter to me what was coming through those speakers.

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