But now I've found a parking lot music I can support: BeBop Parking Lot. It's true--our little Woodbury
I sat outside to sip my latte and when this came on I couldn't help but start tapping my toes, then swaying back and forth and finally, with eyes closed, swing my head from side to side.
It was a scene not unlike this famous one from the Flintstones ("The Golden Smog").
Then I remembered the lady sitting at the next table--I opened my eyes to see her feeding a bottle to her infant and trying to ignore me. I wanted to shout, "Isn't this song great?! I LOVE the BeBop Parking Lot!"
But I didn't.