But no Foreigner

I've noticed an interesting phenomenon lately. I have a very, very high tolerance for bad radio.

Say I'm listening to an okay song on the radio. It ends, and a bad one comes on. I will often listen to the entire bad song and be well into the third commercial afterwards before I realize I am listening to the most utter crap ever to be broadcast, or a mattress commercial. Either one.

And after hearing the regular stations cycle through the "scan" at least three times in my car, "I Love a Rainy Night" by Eddie Rabbitt starts to sound pretty good. The only exception to this is Foreigner, which triggers some kind of allergic reaction/muderous rage in me immediately.

Whereas my husband will change the station within 0.02 picoseconds of hearing a bad song. Or even a mediocre song. Or a pretty good song. In fact, he flips through radio stations with blinding speed. Sometimes, my brain has barely registered the fact that a musical sound just came from the radio before he flips the channel.

I blame satellite radio, which he has in his car. With Sirius, it's easy to think that there's always a better song playing somewhere, because there usually is. So he sails right past songs that I would normally listen to, much in the way a gourmand scoffs at the fast food hamburger that a starving person would gladly eat.

Which leads to the following scenario on a regular basis: I put on a station in the car. He is itching to flip the channel, but he doesn't say anything because he is afraid I actually like the song. Sometimes, I can actually see the thought bubble over his head: "What happened to my wife? When did she start liking this crap? She used to be so cool - why is she listening to this? Maybe she hit her head and has brain damage! I am now filled with anxiety!"

Whereas I am thinking "Hey, I haven't heard this Hall and Oates song in years!" because I am desperate to hear anything that is not Nickelback or a preacher.

Sometimes I start singing along, usually just before he can't take it anymore, which of course prolongs his agony, knowing that there is an Elvis Costello song playing RIGHT NOW that he can't listen to.

And of course the downside to not listening to commercial radio is that you don't get to wallow in just how bad Top 40 can be. Example: somehow, Dan completely avoided hearing "My Humps", by the Black Eyed Peas. Of course, I rectified this a few weeks ago by making him listen to the entire song all the way through, which filled me with sadistic glee.

Well, come on. Everyone needs to know about the lady lumps. They are located in the back AND the front.