Twilight Zone

There is a building in Ford City whose bathrooms are on the outside walls with clear glass windows from floor to ceiling. I took photos. One can only wonder.

When the sun was out today, it was warm enough to cause steam to pour up from some large areas of ground along Route 28. In some places it was so thick and swirling up in tiny tornados. It would have made a neat photo if we were not in a moving vehicle.

We were in a restaurant for 45 minutes today and heard only three songs play, or rather, 30 seconds of a song would play, the cd would skip and replay that same 30 seconds. At first we didn’t realize we had been listening to the same verse of “I need a lover that won’t drive me crazy” for ten minutes. We had a good laugh over it when we paid close enough attention and let the waitress know about it.

“I usually don’t notice the music at all,” she explained, “I’ve learned to just block it out, I’ll go fix it.”

We thought we were saved, but no, first we we’re visibly disheartened by the fact that a country song came on. “Maybe this one will start to skip too,” I joked. I spoke too soon. We were then listening to another repeating skip or else it was the longest harmonica solo in existence. When the waitress brought our food out, we let her know it was doing it again, she apologized again and set it right again.

Or so she thought. “I’ve got friends in low places” started peeling out of the speaker system. We were in Kitanning for lunch, there is a great place for home made ice cream and frozen custards, “So, are we going to go to the Creamery?” I inquired. “It’s 37 degrees out, who would want to get ice cream?” Mark would reply. “When’s the next time we’ll been in Kitanning, it’s not often we get a chance to go get frozen custard here.”

With each restart of the song, I restarted the conversation, “So, are we going to go to the Creamery?” …and on it went.

We started hypothesizing about a break in the space-time continuum we were potentially stuck in. How we should leave a note for our future selves to know how to break the vicious cycle.

Fortunately, the check came and we were able to escape.

What I’m wondering is just how long this music repetition was going on… clearly no one else in the restaurant noticed or said anything about it. Even after we were practically rolling on the floor laughing about it.

Was it just today, since they opened? Were people subjected to the same 30 seconds of “I need a lover that won’t drive me crazy” for days without anyone saying anything?

One can only wonder.