Just Like Heaven . . .

Walking through the Vietnamese area of town the other day to pick up lunch, I became surrounded with some sweet sounds that seemed to be following me and getting louder as I came closer to my destination. At first, I thought, or rather I wished, that it was some roller disco crew skating down the busy street in their full out regalia, boom box and all, but no, it was something better.





What was blaring the tunes was a middle aged man jamming some Jeffrey Osborne, James Ingram, or Billy Ocean while he plowed down the sidewalk on his rascal scooter (And when I say plowed down, he had that baby on full tilt. People moved out of his way as if he was going to murder them). I wasn’t sure what song he was blasting, this has been bothering me for the past few days, but I think I was so in awe of the man and his ways that for an instant I couldn’t focus on the music and with my jaw dropped I had to stare.

I thought to myself, is this really happening? Am I in heaven where people can cart their lazy asses around on motorized scooters and inundate people with the auditory selection of their choice? Where can I pick up one of these scooters? Will heaven grant me the chance to play Salt-N-Pepa’s “Supersonic” on 11 while I travel around in the open air at 15 miles per hour?

All I wanted to accomplish that day was to pick up a fantastically delightful Vietnamese sandwich for lunch, but straight up street entertainment/fantasy was in the stars for me. I wonder what will become of Mr. Rascal Jammer when winter arrives? Will I have to wait until the first thaw to hear some sweet lite FM soul pass me by on the sidewalk? I can only hope that I don’t have to wait that long!

Do you think it is inappropriate if the next time I see him I ask for a ride?