Hey, watch it with the “we,” mister.
I’ve had to suffer through the 30 seconds of what I call “The Edge Hangover” for the past few years.
The Edge Hangover is when you leave The Edge on before you turn off your car, so you get in your car in the morning and start driving. You’re half asleep, freezing cold and nervous about sliding into a lamp post due to the iced over, dusted morning roads so you don’t notice or care about what you’re listening to because it takes too much effort to change it nor are you really paying attention.
And then when your morning tea/coffee/pixie stick kicks in and you start gaining some of your perception back you’re hit immediately with some manly-man on the radio saying, “Did you hear about the French?” of course the listeners haven’t because they’re probably groggy, frozen and anxious. Or the French haven’t done anything notable other than making one kick ass bridge or coming closer to curing some disease. Then you hear, “YES, lets boycott those bastards TEHEHEHEHHEEHEHE we’re so clever.”
And then your brain poops, you quickly let your lesser half take over driving and you fumble to your preset iPod station and listen to music you actually want to listen to. That’s the best cure for The Edge Hangover. That’s the only cure for The Edge Hangover.