The CD player in my car has eaten my Dear Even Hansen CD. No matter what button I push, so matter how sincerely I push it, the CD player insists it doesn't have a CD in it to spit out to me. But there's clearly a CD in the way when I try to slide another (show tune, natch) CD into the slot. I've reached the age where everything except NPR is just hideous, ear-exploding noise to me. So I'm driving everywhere in silence most of the day. With no show tunes to be found.
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