…when you pull up to a stoplight,
with your hair piled high atop your head (or, as I like to call it, post-nursing-chic),
and your lips painted bright red, because when you reached into your purse, grabbed chapstick and slathered it on your lips, you didn’t realize that it was actually red lipstick that you were applying, a la the intro to “The Rocky Horror Picture Show”,
as you belt out “Bohemian Rhapsody”, at full volume, with full vibrato,
and  (albeit limited) choreography?

I do.