The Best Random Moment in a Very Long Time

So last week on Unofficial D Floor KoJa Day (the day when we all get KoJa for lunch, usually a Wednesday), Lex, David, and I were coming back to lab, Korean truck food in tow, when the most marvelous thing happened.

Coming out of a ratty-looking half-van half-truck, partially primered used-to-be-red vehicle of some sort driven by a generic 20something guy stopped at the light at 38th and Walnut at very loud volume was...the opening notes to the best driving song ever, Journey's "Don't Stop Believing." We looked at each other and said very loudly and in unison, voices filled with wonder, "oh my god - is that seriously 'Don't Stop Believing?'" Now, I want to make it clear that we were not about to ridicule. No, we were all totally gearing up to sing along, and so were the two random generic Penn girls a step behind us who had also recognized the glorious opening notes. However, the driver of the magical Journey-mobile looked over at us, embarrassed, and...changed the station. It was awful. We were stricken. He drove off, and the three of us, as well as the two random Penn girls were left bereft of our opportunity to belt out Journey along with a random car stereo on the sidewalk in front of that damn hideous Wharton building.

We were crushed. Totally obliterated. The random Penn girls tried to make up for our disappointment by singing it themselves, but it just wasn't the same.

I just want to say: if that random guy had left the Journey blaring for us, if he'd let us sing, if he'd maybe joined in himself, I totally would have married him. So random dude, if you're reading this (and past allegedly random dudes have found me, so I'm not just grasping at straws here), you should know: you totally lost out. Big time.